I want to go to a bar (just not now)

A defense of the most inessential place.

Photo of Manhattan bar - Athens, GA, United States

I want to go to a bar.

I’m not going to go to a bar, mind you—frankly, the mere fact that they’re even open right now fills me with a low-key dread, a sense of “but WHY” that frustrates me to no end. We can’t keep schools open right now because of the persistence of the virus, but we’re keeping bars open with the barest nods to limitation. “Last call at …

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