I wear a bandana in commie California when I’m harassed to. I love the irony of it tho, I know full well this thing on my face is allowing plenty of airflow but the idiots around me feel safer? And I love that I can’t get the thing to stay on my face so I’m constantly making a show of taking it off in stores and adjusting it as it falls off repeatedly.

I have 100% faith in my immune system - I’ll even drop the bandana on the floor and put it right back on my face, I haven’t died yet from picking up germs. I’d argue I’m better off with interacting with all those nasty elements. I walk around most of the time with my bandana clenched in between my teeth just to keep it on my face and then when spoken to I open my mouth and the bandana falls under my chin. You should see the look of shock and horror on the faces of the Karens (especially at Costco) when they witness my comedic fumblings.

I might actually miss this whole retarded charade when it’s over. Not!