Na na na na I can't hear you

I cannot think about disaster readiness.  It's been around forever...my mother used to talk about having to do nuclear bomb drills and everybody had to know where the atomic fallout shelter was and stuff like that.  Well, it's never gone out of fashion, it seems.  Lately talk of an apocalypse seems to be all the rage.  People are talking about buying MRE's and learning to wash clothes by hand with a freaking washboard and buying handguns and making sure they have enough candles and blankets to live indefinitely without electricity in the event of a major catastrophe that lasts years.  I read about people stocking up their garages with food and weapons, I know people who are buying gold because the currency is going to collapse, etc. The global uncertainty about political strife and climate change and people are talking about the sky seriously falling.

Ok, two things:

1.  This is freaking me out.  I like the earth just the way it is (well, okay, maybe a few changes...I'd dismantle all the nuclear weapons and stuff).  I'm not sure I would even want to live in a post-apocalyptic world where everything has been burned to a crisp and I'm having to pick people off my property with a double-barrelled shotgun.

2.  I can't think about this at all because well, damn.  Anas are going to be the first to die in a catastrophe that causes food shortage -- we have no fat storage to draw from.  We'll look really good for a few weeks, wearing those jeans we wanted to get into for like, forever, and then poof, we're gone, whilst the more gargantuan members of the species continue to thrive.

So.  Disaster preparedness, kiss my ass.  I don't want to think about you anymore.