Growing up as a non-white reader in a non-Western country was interesting to say the least. You don’t realise how many Western cultural things you pick up on until you actually pause and look around you and go, wait, this is nothing like my lived experience. It took a good many years for me to unlearn the way media centralises white stories that I didn’t have to consume only those stories. (I still read and watch them, because a) they are everywhere still even if now we’re getting our voices out as well and b) look, some of them are really good.) I’ve talked about the first time I felt…