With the latest strain of the yet-to-be controlled influenza (flu) virus, COVID-19 seems to be an opportune time for not only politics to be of a great concern, but the world is turning completely upside down into what is quickly becoming a pandemic of global proportions. Not only is this ‘Corona Virus’ causing mass mayhem with grocery-store inventories, but entire service industries are being forced to re-imagine the possibilities of what may allow them to survive; not only from the local and online economies that support and patronize them, but also trying to survive a global stock market crash because of it all.
In this new society of Baby Boomers, Millennials and Gen Zs, will probably emerge a new generation anticipated in 9 months. Some have said the new generation would be appropriately called ‘Coronians’; as a social demise of privacy is jeopardized, and communism and ‘socialism’ thoughts pass through everyone’s mind. Even women are loading cartridges for their men instead of knitting them a sweater.
Not ever before has the world’s societies been so disturbed at a time when extreme social encounters are needed for vehicles of information and communication. The only thing this world’s fellowship together evolves around, is being able to immediately become involved in some other country’s epidemic enough to know that yet another country or your own, is developing the next hoppy craft beer, culinary inspiration or drafting a demise for another.
The society as we currently know, is still able to get what they need from the social communication grid that has this generation so dependent. The Information Age is where our loves and friendships once made, allows us to re-encounter relationships of the past. As long as the electrical grid and water supply remains in tact through this test, our societies will soon overcome the obstacles of diversity enough to name their children born after this event. This current generation has never once been so ‘social’.
With much of society anticipating being ‘quarantined’ to their homes, martial law could seem almost imminent and has many families locking down and hunkering with their loved ones. The next generation of Colonials will be born to be someone else’s grandkid that will have a story; a story about when grandpa made Pillsbury Chocolate Chip Cookies when we couldn’t leave the house during ‘the virus’. They’ll be telling a story about how all they had to do is cut chunks of chocolate cookie dough and place them on a sheet-pan, then just put it in the oven. Even this new generation will probably have seen a Pillsbury cookie commercial on who-knows-whatever media advertisement when they grow up.
Walking through an empty-shelved and crowded supermarket just after the news of pandemic struck, it panicked the hoard-shoppers. I heard another shopper looking at an empty Oreo Cookie shelve saying he needed some ‘survival’ cookies. I told him that my Grandkids have taught me the best survival test cookies come from the ones you don’t have. I told him, just when you think you’re out of cookies, you find the Pillsbury Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough hiding on the shelf in the fridge. You forgot they were there. Those are survival mechanisms kicking in; Grandkids hollering and wanting something special from their Grandpa, the “Chef”. Special is being able to entertain those baby’s by having them make their own cookies after they have been told they can’t go out and play . . . or do kids even do that anymore? Our age has developed kids that can stay in doors longer, pecking with their thumbs on their cellphones at who knows what; as long as the electrical grid is not disturbed. Is this just another attack on America orchestrated by another country, as there have been successful attacks on electrical grids in the past.
When this ‘virus’ clears its path and leaves behind an new generation, someone will be thanking Grandpa for teaching them to make chocolate chip cookies. Teaching them how to cook!