A Sideways Glare at Contemporary Society
I’m officially sick and tired of Covid-19. Oh, I’m still going to wash my hands at every opportunity and keep my distance. Hugs are off the agenda and, for the time being at least, I’ll wear a mask in public. (Just because I’m fed up doesn’t mean I’m irresponsible.) The thing is Covid-19 has hung over my life like a black cloud for the last 2 months and I’m done with it. It’s spring, the flowers are blooming, the birds are chirping, and last night in the darkness of my silent city, I heard coyotes howl. This is the end you, horrible little virus. I’m going to outlast you, but I’ll be damned if I going to spend any more time thinking about you. So here are just a few things I’ve learned from Covid-19– and then I am going to close the door and get on with this new “normal” everybody’s been yipping about.
I don’t care where Covid-19 came from. It came from China, okay? Wasting a lot of time and energy trying to find the exact address is bullshit. It’s like running around trying to identify which particular iceberg hit the Titanic!
Professional athletes earn 5,000 times more money than nurses because – uh — reasons.
First World problems still aren’t real. They’re a pain in the ass; they’re difficult; they make our lives miserable. But hot and cold running water, heat, light and a roof over our head is nothing to complain about.
All the scientists and medical people around the world can work flat out for a thousand years and they’re never going to develop a vaccine against stupid.
I really didn’t need all that crap I used to buy at the grocery store every week.
Hearing the same set of common-sense instructions 50 times a day is really annoying.
I don’t care what the “official” data says. When China (population 1.5 billion) only has twice as many confirmed cases of Covid-19 and fewer deaths than The Netherlands (population 17 million) somebody’s lying.
In a crisis. most people will do the right thing.
In a crisis, celebrities are useless.
Crisis or not, Elon Musk is weird.
Shoehorning someone wearing medical scrubs and a surgical mask into your advertising to sell everything from breakfast cereal to diapers doesn’t mean you’re a caring/sharing/socially responsible contemporary corporation. It means you’re despicable.
My neighbours are all pretty friendly. (Who knew?)
Despite the hype, only about half of Netflix is any good.
The Television, Doritos and Pepsi Diet doesn’t work.
I like digital money if, for no other reason, than I don’t have to fight with a pocket full of coins every couple of days.
Zoom is fun — and I only have to dress the top half.
The world goes on, and I’m going to go with it.
Photo by C. Bourcier
May 6, 2020