I couldn’t imagine Fleabag, with all her disarray and independence, translating into a culture that never embraced the ladette, that never really brooked the hard-drinking, promiscuous, chain-smoking chaos-monkey as part of any feminine ideal.

“I wasn’t into being called a ladette,” sighs Shaznay.

It could be argued that the rise of the socially conscious model reflects a very 2017 archetype: the “woke” young woman, who looks set to define femininity this decade in the same way that the lager-swilling ladette did in the 90s.

Still, for those of us who lived through the ladette years, and the time of Female Chauvinist Pigs, there is a little jolt of joy to be found in the fact that, right now, most wouldn’t get out of bed for less than the empowerment of marginalised groups.

Twenty-two-year-old Jerome Deon Ladette Harrell surrendered in 2012 for having no proof of car insurance.