Because nothing screams "I’ve got your back" like an app tracking every mood swing and sleepless night. Who needs real therapists when you can swipe through digital pseudo-support? Welcome to
Because nothing screams “I’m managing my life” like letting a cheeky strand of DNA dictate your kale intake and marathon plans. Welcome to the age where your genes know your
Oh great, another high-tech health gadget that assumes you’re a smartphone ninja. Welcome to the digital divide, where the elite track their heart rates while the rest of us wrestle
Because lining up in waiting rooms was sooo 20th century. Welcome to digital health—where your doc is a pixelated stranger and access to care is just a swipe away. Sure,