Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 9, 2020
• Slowly but surely, if the U.S. doesn’t get its hands and head around this pandemic, it will consume us. It will destroy the markets because of fear, quarantines, and no one spending. We’ll crumble before we come out of it. And our leader is so unbelievably clueless to it. The health officials have to contradict him with the facts at every turn. Everyone thought it was a joke. Nope. Idiots. All of us. And Tom Hanks is going to die. That is our ultimate punishment.
• If nothing else, this COVID-19 scare has helped me to stop biting my nails. It may have taken a pandemic, but after thirty years of trying to quit, I may just be on the precipice of nice(er) fingers.
• Breaking the habit of biting your nails is hard. Really hard. We should celebrate those who are able to do it the way we celebrate former smokers who quit the habit and people who lost a bunch of weight. It’s not often I ask for credit, but I’ve been working on this for thirty fucking years. A little positive reinforcement would feel nice. About as nice as being able to scrape away schmutz with a fingernail feels.
• Please don’t identify me as Jewish. It’s not an identity I chose, so it’s not something I want as an identifier. In fact, I choose to not identify as a Jew. So when you identify me as one, you’re committing the same insult as calling a trans man a woman.
• A real estate license and Live, Laugh, Love-like quotes on your walls is like hospice for your creative soul.
• At this point, a vote for Trump is a vote against your own health, a thriving economy, and any chance that we’ll have a leader with even feigned concern for the American People. I’m sure you hate democrats and are pro-life and really like Israel, but this pandemic leaves you no room to deny the fact that trump’s level of competency is in the sub-sub-basement.
