Francesco Ciccolella for the NYTimes
It’s Labor Day weekend here in the States – or maybe more accurately this year: Covid Super-Spread weekend, on account of all the college kids that will be heading home from their infected campuses and the large gatherings that are sure to take place in back yards, living rooms, and lake fronts across the country. I think it’s a Labor Day – sorry, Labour Day – weekend in Canada, too, and they likely won’t have super-spreading there because they don’t have a totally fucked-up government like their neighbors to the south do, telling everyone Covid’s no big deal, it only kills people whose lives aren’t of value, and it’s going to magically disappear any day now just watch. Anyway, happy end of summer, everyone! May I suggest you make a blueberry clafoutis before the season is gone in a flash?
I feel attacked. We’re All Socially Awkward Now
This essay, “The Summer of Staying Put,” about some of the silver linings of quarantine, resonated with me and gave me a little hope.
This isn’t related to relationships or anything, but it was one of the more powerful pieces of (photo-)journalism I’ve read this year, and I think every American needs to see it: America at the Edge of Hunger