Well, it’s happening. I’m not saying I called it, but it was definitely inevitable.
Since the day the CDC announced the easing of mask restrictions, reactions have been mixed. While many celebrate this tiny victory in the right direction, others don’t seem too excited.
(Stay with me, I’ll be referencing a documented article from the Washington Post, link at bottom).
Since it was announced that vaccinated people may take their masks off outside (I never wore one outside anyway, and I have never been confronted by anyone, EVER, not even in my entire year of domestic travel, until recently), I have found that some people have been, shall we say, more sensitive than usual?
A few weeks ago, on the first day after the CDC announced the easing of outside mask mandates, I visited an outside farmer’s market that I have been frequenting for years. I mean, they know me. Not like when Norm walks into Cheers or anything, but more like, “Here’s comes that nice blonde woman who buys nectarines, fresh bread and apple pie, and always tips the cashier.”
On this day, as I perused the outside baked goods section, I heard a young aggressive voice pipe up across from me.
“Excuse me, ma’am, do you have a mask?”
I looked up to see the sixteen-year old cashier glaring at me. Keep in mind, I was outside. Like, real outside. The market also has a pseudo-inside that is open-air, and even though the cross breeze provides plenty of ventilation, masks are required. I always put my mask on when I’m ready to pay inside. It’s an easy thing to do, and I like these folks. I like their market. No problem for Amenable Me.
“Yes,” I said in response to her query, and then continued browsing, mentally rubbing my hands together in anticipation. I was relishing what was about to happen. I had behaved for fourteen months and done as I was told, and I wasn’t about to be taken down by a teenager. And boy do I LOVE confrontation in the face of injustice.
She continued to glare at me malevolently, like I was licking the tomatoes. “Could you please put it on?”
I know she thought she was doing her job, but I wanted to tell this fresh-faced young lass that she was doing it wrong. And her accusatory tone was a little uppity for my liking. I spoke calmly to her in my freshman English teacher’s voice, and I watched her bravado wilt like butter lettuce in the summer sun.
No, I was not mean to her. I would never be rude to a teenager trying to do her job. I was polite, but stern. I reminded her of the CDC announcement, and then gave her the choice to ask me to leave.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t wear a mask outside. If you’d prefer, I can leave.”
I stood there, and let her take it in. I was holding a $50 hanging flower basket, and I had about forty dollars of fresh produce in my hand basket. Suddenly the manager who knew me by sight hurried towards her, motioned towards me and whispered, “She’s fine.”
To the victor go the spoils. When it came time to pay “inside,” the same young girl checked me out and we wished each other a nice day through our masks. But the confrontation had me scratching my head. Why the day after a major CDC announcement would this happen?
It happened again the next day, and the next. I visited two outside places, and got the same treatment, What the hell was going on?
So I did some research, and it turns out that there is a part of the population that actually likes masks. The following are quotes from that WP article:
- “I love wearing a mask. I want to do this forever. It has helped my social anxiety so much.”
- “Wearing a mask is really letting me be ugly in peace. I love it here.”
- “I like not catching colds, not wearing makeup and not being noticed. So even vaccinated and with herd immunity, I’m still going to be hiding behind it.”
- “I want to keep wearing a mask after this is over, and I hope others do too. I can just go and do my thing, and I don’t have to interact with people. It’s liberating.”
- “Wearing a mask means people can’t see my facial tics, and I love that.”
- “I’ve always chewed on my tongue ever since I was a kid. I also have a lot of facial acne that masks hide. Acne so bad that random people I meet on the day-to-day feel the need to comment on it and give me advice, as if I haven’t been to tons of dermatologists. I feel much less self-conscious out in public when I’m wearing a mask.”
- A woman with a cranio-facial condition: “Covering my face changed how I was treated in public. During a recent visit to the post office, I stood in line behind strangers, all of whom also wore fabric coverings on their faces, and for once the most noticeable thing about my appearance was not my misshapen eyes but the vibrant colored mask that did all but cover them. I was grateful for the sense of anonymity and the chance to blend in that wearing a mask provided.”
- A woman with tardive dyskinesia: “My illness manifests as constant contortions of my mouth and tongue twirling. I was mortified to go out in public. The mask provides great solace.”
So as we joyously move further out of this pandemic, looking forward to the day when masks are a thing of the past, we wait impatiently for liberation. But we must never forget:
For many people, masks were liberation. It was society that imprisoned them.
(Note: I have not been accosted about wearing a mask outdoors since. I guess the shock is wearing off).