This past spring, I went down to Texas to visit a dear friend. She and her partner are among the class of Americans that Kurt Vonnegut called “fabulously well-to-do,” and on the second day of my visit, we decided to swing by their tennis club for lunch. My friend drives a Tesla. When we got in, the control panel prompted her: The car was due for some kind of software update. We were hungry. She declined. Enshittification: Why Everything Suddenly Got Worse and What to Do About It He has now