Mai Vo, Opinion Columnist|September 9, 2021To be honest, I thought that the pandemic situation would have improved by now, but sadly I must admit that, like during quarantine, I still spend an embarrassing amount of time staring at myself in the mirror. I’ve picked myself apart, criticizing the size of my pores and the shape of my nose, among other minor imperfections that have pervaded my day-to-day life. In the era of social distancing, former simple pleasures like traveling, going to a bar and attending concerts halted. Forced to transform our homes into hubs for work and play, life has hit peak virtual. We go on FaceTime dates. We attend Zoom weddings. We have telemedicine checkups with doctors, and, my gosh, how I hate to celebrate my little brother’s birthday each year on Zoom. Screen time is now all the time. Though, to me, it feels like my insecurities have heightened out of the blue. I imagine it has a lot to do with the fact that stay-at-home orders have sent phone screen time reports through the roof. Spending more and more time on social media apps like Instagram and Snapchat has made me acutely aware of just how corrosive…
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