Mathieu Bock-Côté: "Friendships suspended"

If I had the power to cast an eternal curse at the end of this pandemic, I would throw it on the inventor of the Zoom aperitif.

I remember the first time I went through this Covidian ritual: it was a strange way of keeping some semblance of contact with his own in this somewhat unreal experience of the first confinement.

We wanted to believe then that it was a crutch, and we took for granted that it was not destined to last.

So yes, we would have a drink from time to time, while being aware of the absurdity of the situation.

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But at the rate at which our leaders have come to get used, whether he says

his name or not, to general confinement, as if the confinement of a society could go from an exceptional measure to a way of life, communicators sermoners explaining to us full time that the present ordeal is nothing compared to the real great ordeals experienced by past generations, the zoom aperitif has become

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