The End of the Era of Mask Shaming

That part of the pandemic is finally over, or should be.

For the first, oh, nine months of the pandemic, I — and everybody else — was way too worried about masks. Not that they weren’t important: They were, vitally so, which is why I wore mine any time I wasn’t in my house. What obsessed me, along with too many of us, for too long, was whether other people were…