With the local and national media covering the Coronavirus pandemic like it’s a mass shooting in a hurricane that just triggered an Amber alert at a Trump rally, I thought we’d go a different route and – at least for a brief moment – put our heads in the sand and think back to a simpler, less paranoid, more misogynistic time, when the social media machine didn’t exist, this website was a fun hobby, and the only thing we had to worry about was identifying Amy McRee’s friends in the infamous pink bikini photo:
Fun fact – One of Amy’s friends from the photo works for Noble McIntyre, while another I think is an anti-vaxxer political consultant. 13 years later, we’re still trying to identify the two ladies on the right and the doofus in the back looking for a catfish. Also, what happened to Amy McRee? I bet she’s in an OKC News Alumni Book Club with Jenifer Reynolds, Heather Unruh and Uze Brown-Washington.
Anyway, wasn’t that a nice little reprieve from Coronavirus hysteria, which – more than likely – is 100% justified? Just like the lump on the back of my neck, maybe all this Coronavirus stuff will disappear like a package of toilet paper if I don’t think about it. That seems to be how the federal and state government is treating the issue.
Actually, we know that’s not how it works at all. This thing is real, terrifying and changing our comfortable and cozy little lives right before our eyes. It deserves our respect, attention and hand washing tutorial videos. That being said, there’s nothing wrong thinking about other things, and maybe going through a nostalgic pink bikini nostalgia wormhole, while waiting in line for the next toilet paper shipment at Target.