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'Get. A. Grip.' Atlantic writer explains why he's 'starting to give up on post-pandemic life,' and we hope his kids find great therapists someday

In less than two years, we’ve watched as a potentially deadly pandemic was unleashed upon the world and scientists and medical professionals worked tirelessly to get us to a place where treatments and vaccines are widely available, and we theoretically no longer have to live in constant fear.

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And according to Atlantic contributing writer Ian Bogost, that sort of unprecedented scientific and medical progress is a very, very bad thing:

Did you notice the headline?

After leading off with a story about how bittersweet it was to hear his seven-year-old daughter exclaim “Today was great!” and mean it, Bogost dives headfirst into a pit of despair:

Today was great. One can feel only despair about this latest shift. The Greek-letter naming convention, wisely adopted to avoid stigmatizing places, was already dour, as if each new variant were scripted as an enemy in science fiction. Omicron seems even worse—quicker to spread than the more transmissible strain of an already-transmissible virus. What are we supposed to do now?

What were we supposed to do before? Just hold out for the hospitals, we heard in spring 2020. Just wear masks, we heard that summer. Hold off on travel, the winter said. Test often, warned the spring. Just wait for the vaccines to be deemed safe for kids, entreated early fall. Now it’s winter again, and even with vaccines, next year feels no more encouraging than this one. Just more of the same.

This calamity has been foreseen, over and over again. Everyone knew that absent global vaccinations, the virus would mutate, and that it could also hide in wildlife and remerge, maybe stronger and more dangerous. Delta proved the point, and yet nothing changed. Now that Omicron is here, and apparently worse, it’s easy to conclude that nothing ever will.

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His daughter is so fortunate to have a dad who will make sure that she grows up absolutely terrified.

Even a tenuous grip with sweaty, greasy hands would be better than what Ian’s got right now.

This is insanity. Truly.

There are plenty of people out there that eat this stuff up. The Atlantic wants even more of them.

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Without a doubt.

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