Every couple of months, my social media feeds get filled with fuzzy fancams of the latest streamer romance. It happens against my will. I actively try not to engage, but the algorithm knows me better than I know myself – I will see the opening seconds of an ardent declaration of love, maybe in the rain, and my thumb will hover. Last month, it was snippets from Netflix’s My Oxford Year, which – from what I could gather – was about an American woman with straighthellip;read more raquo;