Along with this, the world as we knew it has been turned upside down by the coronavirus pandemic, and much of the human contact – and shenanigans – that would have typically distracted from the news cycle have been cut. For months, I remember getting together for socially distant chaste walks with friends, desperate for even a whiff of vicarious hijinks, only to exchange status reports on our appalling sanity and the frenzies of ” Real Housewives”. Months later, the scars left on so many relationships are still visible, and the low-stakes gossip that brightened our lives is becoming increasingly rare.
While we might have expected mild relief, or at the very least mundaneness, between generation-defining stories, barely a week has passed in recent years without an event that could comfortably populate a semester. entire history lesson. The nature of these stories – from the virus that has locked us down to the agonizing debates over abortion and guns – is such that even our daily lives are less fun, less playful than before.
We’re wired to keep scrolling, and the volume of information we consume is at an all-time high, but we can’t live on calamity alone. For years we have been craving lightness, foam, something to talk about that won’t leave the slightest material imprint on our lives. Then, finally, this thing happened. Don’t worry, darling. Not everything is necessarily so important.