It is depressing to think that we will have to comply with the curfew and the new-old measures put in place by the government to protect us from ourselves. Let us console ourselves: the list of permitted things is fortunately even longer than that of prohibited ones.
But you have the right to find it hard, to suffocate, and to complain, even if you are not Raif Badawi. Still, try to have a little thought for those who are less fortunate than you. And keep in mind that you are free to eat five rows of Oreo while listening to the 17 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy.
You even have the right to cry like a Madeleine when yet another character in the series will be killed in a totally incredible way. No one will see you anyway.
You have the right to spend your days in slack or to put on your finery because you are tired of looking like nothing.
You have the right to listen to old Avril Lavigne by looking too long on the internet in which year she was dating the singer of Nickelback and, above all, WHY.
You have the right to touch yourself alone (or with instruments, but it’s weird). But not in front of Pornhub, please. We have to wait until they have taken their responsibilities in relation to child pornography.
You really have the right
You have the right to bake bread. You have the right to cross-country ski. You have the right not to bake bread. You have the right to hate cross-country skiing. You have the right to make yourself a gimlet at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. You have the right to join AA. You have the right to call for help. You have the right to be vulnerable.
But you don’t have the right to compare Quebec to North Korea, for example. That is a little too much.