Time for some inconsequential TV drama

I will watch Bravo until reality resumes

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I may not know when my grocery store will have toilet paper again, or when I'll be able to go outside without feeling like I'm playing Russian Roulette with my health, but I am certain of one thing: If I turn on an old episode of The Real Housewives of New York City and watch Bethenny have a meltdown while on vacation and Ramona manage to insult everyone she comes in contact with, I temporarily forget about my worries.

For me, the scariest part about the coronavirus pandemic is the unknown, and my head is spinning like a carousel of fears: Am I going to get sick? Am I already infected? What about my family and friends? How hard will it hit? How bad will the economy crash? What businesses are going to survive?

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Catherine Garcia, The Week US

Catherine Garcia has worked as a senior writer at The Week since 2014. Her writing and reporting have appeared in Entertainment Weekly, The New York Times, Wirecutter, NBC News and "The Book of Jezebel," among others. She's a graduate of the University of Redlands and the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism.