My summer of no new stuff

The pandemic taught me how much I don't need

An empty shopping cart.
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When the pandemic hit, I started buying things.

At first, it was stuff I was afraid I might need: I accumulated a truly bountiful amount of toilet paper, mountains of soup cans, Clorox wipes that I had shipped across multiple state lines, and a box of chocolate molten lava cake mix, in case things got really bad. Soon I was just buying stuff to make myself feel better: An overpriced loungewear set (I'll probably be working from home for a while), exercise weights (in three sizes, in case I got stronger!), even a new couch (I'd be sitting on it a lot, wouldn't I?).

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Jeva Lange

Jeva Lange was the executive editor at TheWeek.com. She formerly served as The Week's deputy editor and culture critic. She is also a contributor to Screen Slate, and her writing has appeared in The New York Daily News, The Awl, Vice, and Gothamist, among other publications. Jeva lives in New York City. Follow her on Twitter.