Vast swaths of New York City and New Jersey are ruined. Millions of people are without power, and the structural damage is staggering. What does it all mean to us on a personal level as kewt 20-something though? And is there a way we can harness this storm to augment our own personal brands? Any, say, pointless navel gazing that we can do to make sure we find the twee angle in the rising deluge of shit water outside our front door? What about making out, can we still make out, or is that illegal now?
Of course we can do all of that if you ask the internet’s first draft recycle bin, Thought Catalog, who have put in the leg work to sort out what all of this hurricane business actually means in Why We Love Storms.
The post itself does an insightful job of weighing the import of the storm, but there are a few important passages I’d like to highlight.
The phrase “perfect storm” has been invoked often these past 48 hours. I feel a swell of anxiety and click away. Check Twitter. Check Facebook. Nobody’s dead. Everyone’s fine. Everyone’s drinking, probably. This is fun, still, right? This is kind of exciting, still, right?
I’m asking because I don’t know.
Are you sure, because it seems like you might.
Your carefully manicured life is interrupted by a storm.
I haven’t been able to make an appointment to get my life manicured all week because most of the shops are closed, so I know how this guy feels.
Maybe I’ll walk down the ghost-empty streets to the ghost-empty store…
Does “ghost-empty” mean there are or are not ghosts in the streets and stores, because I feel like that’s the type of important distinction someone would want to make before heading outside.
Read the rest at Bullett.
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