Now that we’re being advised to wear masks, I expect crafty people all over the nation to churn them out, just as they pumped out pussy hats a few years ago. I can cause a sewing machine nervous collapse just by being in the same room, so I’m staying the hell away from such instruments as a patriotic gesture.
Those of us who wore those stunning, knitted pink pussy hats starting the day after Inauguration Day were trying to save the country from the existential threat we saw in Donald Trump.
Three years later every American needs a mask. I guess we were right.