This week’s intro will have to be a bit short (and tame) as the seamless transition promised by my woke editorial overlords has been delayed a week.
I am enjoying the public discourse over exactly what type of occupation qualifies one for the vaccination. I’m not taking a stance. I simply find some of the justifications, including these specific examples of a luxury real estate agent and 100% remote 30-year-old college professor, amusing:
“When I show an apartment to couples, it can be stressful. They scream at each other, leaving droplets in the air.”
“I may be teaching “Demystifying the hipster” remotely, but I have to frequent Staples for printer paper or to replace my ring light. It has been long known that Big box retailers incubate the virus."
I don’t judge. If you believe you qualify for the vaccine, just go get jabbed quietly—we don't need the post-jab rationale.
Separately, I am taking great delight watching the news media over the past few days squeeze and roll and fold that tube of content for the last smidge of “Must See Political TV.” As of today, they are now searching for the complicit dentists who cleaned the teeth of relatives who supported the previous administration.
My prediction is by next week the lead story will be a leaked audiotape proving that Alec Baldwin’s wife has completely reverted to a New Yorker accent. And how exciting that will be. Just another banner news day.
Apologies for my meandering. Stay warm. Stay safe. And enjoy our curious content below.