For the next decade, if not quarter century, how we dealt with the pandemic may define us more than any pseudo-science personality. You’re an INFP, but you flew to Cancun in 2020? You’re an Enneatype 1 that tore out your stairwell in the early days and then started a Pinterest business? You’re a Gryffndor, but you got a therapist?

We all have suffered a collective trauma. It’s not even an American trauma. It’s the world’s ordeal. (Admittedly, New Zealand seems to be doing pretty well; she must be on SSRIs.)