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Counting Chicken

There has been a lot more choice of organic eggs in the grocery stores since the pandemic hit. I wondered if it was because people were not eating out and had extra money lying around for indulgences like pricey eggs laid by cheerful hens. It's one of those things where the per unit price is low enough even for the most upscale product so its a relatively easy splurge to make. 

I like Happy Eggs myself but learned that they are up to no good and are being plainly deceptive to consumers. Is this a piece of information I really needed - I don't know. But having run into it by accident,  I felt compelled to make a fact based egg buying decision and not be swayed by the mental image of clucking hens roaming free and wild in acres of green.

Also learned that there are scorecards that show how organic something really is. The reason for eggs to get expensive during the pandemic are explained differently by those in the know, but it seems once people adjusted to the higher price point for the factory farm egg, it made it possible for the cheerful variety to acquire more space on the shelves - they did not look quite as absurdly priced any more. Eggs of other stripes seemed to have had their moment in the crisis too. 

.. women she sees are freezing their eggs because of the pandemic, not in spite of it. Women who normally travel for work, like Arenberg, are grounded. Those with busy social lives are alone at home. Their schedules are open. But that time in isolation has also afforded space for reflection. “Everybody had to take a hard stop in their lives,” Covington says. “And I think what happened with that is that it gave people the time and the space to kind of reassess their priorities and the directions that they’re taking in their life.”

Many single people feel as if they’ve fallen a year behind on their life plans. Dating was almost impossible at the beginning of the pandemic. Even now, near-strangers must negotiate a difficult social dance with one another when they agree to meet up for a distanced drink—when can they hug, kiss or even just go indoors together? 

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