In 2008, an IBM study that sought to identify “workers who are “virtually indistinguishable from others’ in terms of the value of their contributions to the workplace” was reported. (www.workitdaily.com). It’s pointed to when you Google “fungible.”
In 2020, Kara Swisher writes:
In America 2.0, we must address the changing work force and figure out a new way to formulate what an employee actually is… It begins by acknowledging after the crisis that our essential workers are, in fact, essential and not fungible.
(“How to Make America 2.0 a More Equitable Society,” NYTimes, 4-23-20)
I’ve tried to write something insouciant and witty about the notion that certain people are fungible (read “expendable” or “interchangeable”) in a society: that the elderly, the sick, the homeless, and those who work at menial jobs, for example, are candidates for culling from the herd when viral push comes to viral shove. But the ironic riffs I’ve drafted fall flat.
Lt. Governor Dan Patrick’s fatuous fusillade that older Texans should cheerfully re-mingle and risk corona-death for the sake of re-inflating the economy is horrifying, pure and simple.
Rightly considered, who isn’t fungible in a pinch? The person that matters to me most right now isn’t a Bolsonaro or a Putin or a Trump to mislead me; nor a David Geffen to comfort me from his yacht; nor a Franklin Graham to keep me in his thoughts and prayers; it’s my greengrocer and repairman. And my GP.
In a polity that took its piety seriously, no creature of a credible God would be dispensable to His or Her Creation. The joke the Almighty plays on the high and mighty is that, when our common need for cure, care and sustenance is in the balance, the highly placed are the ones who become highly fungible. No doubt it makes them nervous as they huddle over their calculus of how many they can inconsequentially let die.
(c)heers 2020 JMN


















Homemade Hope
George Condo alludes to the pandemic as a species of “microbiological warfare” created to get someone re-elected. Then he gets down to art:
As to what I’m doing as an artist, I’m just exploring the psychological impact of… how fear, anxiety, panic — how do you put that into some kind of poetic language that maintains your identity and integrity as an artist?
It is true that we often respond to invincible enemies — drugs, terror, microbes — by declaring “war” on them. I hope Condo’s hope-filled desideratum for a post-Covid world is less delusional:
I think the idea of things being homemade, like the way we have to cook every night… and how to make yourself happy with your own two hands, I think that’s where we’re headed. I’m hoping that, post-Covid, people don’t forget that… I hope people don’t just go back to being money-grabbing and horrible.
(M. H. Miller, “Two Exhibitions Respond to Art in the Age of Anxiety and Distance,” NYTimes, 4-24-20)
(c)heers 2020 JMN