While watching college football over the holidays, I was treated
to a humorous Match.com commercial titled "A Match Made in
Hell." The short plot went like this: Satan (a highly costumed
actor portraying the lord of the damned) had gone on the site and
filtered out "joy, happiness, toilet paper, and reason and met
his match." His match was a woman named "2020," and
love was in full bloom. Satan gushed, "She gets me," and
2020 exclaimed, "It's just . a perfect match!" Indeed
it was.
But now, 2020 is history, and we get to see how attractive 2021
is going to be. What might we want from our new mate?
First-and this one is going to sound strange to pre-2020
humans-we want to go to work, and we want to go to school. Oh,
dear, sweet 2021, is it too much to ask to be able to leave our
homes? Please, at some point, let it be so!
