Day 70: Fashion & Litigation Follow the Flu

Proof that society has recovered from bird flu: Ambulance-chasing lawyers are already campaigning to squeeze the survivors! On the subway today (yeah, I still wear my mask underground and in dense crowds) I saw a sick poster. No, it wasn’t my reflection.

NYC'S COMMERCIAL SUBWAY ART: DOWN & DIRTY

The placard screeched: Did you catch bird flu at work? The graphic showed workers huddled like galley slaves under a sneezing overseer. What if you instead caught it from a cute contractor you weren’t supposed to be hitting on?

As if anyone knows how or where they caught H5N1. But employers have money, so why not trade your job insecurity for some tacky litigation? Maybe they can’t fire you till your suit is concluded. Call it The Banality Of Survival.

The ones destined to clean up in court are those who can make a reasonable case that they were sickened by a flu vaccination their employer mandated. Forcing people to get shots rubs me the wrong way.

I was more inspired by the Los Angeles Times fashion article someone kindly emailed me about Q Zone Style, with tips on how to turn protective gear into nightlife accessories now that the pandemic is “over.”

Watch for my website overhaul! I’ll be selling Mystery Mouth, Digital Vigilance, and Epi-EyeShades. For a nifty markup, of course. That stuff you bought from me is gonna redefine coolness.

I came home to find Sneeky rollicking in a sunbeam, his eyes alight with Vitamin D and feline fervor. As if nothing had changed in six months. I’m free to sing bits of hearty doggerel to my cat without minding that I look like a schmuck to someone who finds it hopelessly endearing only 28.2% of the time.