Recently I’ve been wondering why no young professionals have been advocating for mandatory chiropractic coverage in the universal health care debates. While common wisdom would cause one to think that our nation’s elderly would be most in need of chiropractic care, I beg to differ. As any YoPro knows, as a species, we carry our lives with us. Once we’re up, we don’t stop going until 8pm at the earliest and we need a survival kit to tackle the day’s adventures. This survival kit is damn heavy, and our shoulders and backs are paying for it dearly.
We carry these gigantic backpacks and messenger bags like we’re hiking the Appalachian Trail for the next six months. It takes five minutes for us to find anything because we “know it’s in here somewhere” and another five minutes to assemble everything in it just to put the thing on. Once we have it on, it’s too much work for us to take it off, so we just pretend like you’re the one in the way getting on the subway or passing through the lunch line rush.
Because I am secretly mortified that I’m taking out small children, dogs, and tall buildings when I pass, I try to use Fridays to prepare to carry less stuff with me. This is especially necessary on Fridays, because once you’ve tried to squeeze your gigantic bag into a crowded happy hour, you suddenly realize the asinine amount of crap you carry with you. I once tried to meet up with friends on the Frying Pan—a floating dive bar that is literally a boat at Pier 66 in New York City’s West Village—and carried a backpack, laptop case, and purse with me through one square foot of available space among 200+ YoPros. I’m lucky I didn’t get tossed overboard.
Let’s analyze the typical arsenal of essentials I carry with me on a daily basis:
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