....we need to force mamma's boys to get jobs and contribute to society instead of living large on Mom's dime and bringing their shit here.

I didn't raise my son to be a whining pussy, and I'll "mother-fuck" any Chad who has a defeatist attitude.

Invitations are usually welcome. This one makes me sweat. “Let’s get social! Join us for an in-person May soirée!” A group of my medical colleagues, all vaccinated, are proposing a gathering inside a D.C. restaurant.

What about masks? Will there be hugs? Handshakes? Do I remember how to make small talk? What would I possibly wear?

I’m a primary care doctor. I’ve been vaccinated against the coronavirus, but I’m not immune to the complex feelings that transitions invite. Like my patients anticipating the shift to post-pandemic life, my brain is buzzing with anxiety and ambivalence, rational thoughts and irrational fears. I’ve become one with elastic-waist pants, Zoom backgrounds and my Saturday-night spot on the sofa.

Month after month, we have been yearning to be done with enforced distancing, social isolation and life in a more virtual reality. Now that the moment has arrived — as millions of Americans have been vaccinated and millions more will soon roll up their sleeves for it — the prospect is oddly disconcerting.

Link to archived article - https://archive.ph/uvhqE