Gloves indeed make very little sense, particularly if they're the cheap disposable gloves that are almost impossible to put on or take off without handling the outside. Staff at my local supermarket wear gloves, but might as well not. I pointed out to the woman at the checkout that she'd just rubbed her nose with her gloved hand after handling my purchases, and she replied, "It's OK love, I'm wearing gloves." And then she did a little "Mammy" wave that showed how filthy the fingers of the gloves were--she'd clearly been wearing them for hours.
I'm drawing strange glances in the street these days, because if I touch surfaces when I'm out, I remind myself not to touch my face by holding my hands in the classic "
sterile gloves" posture, which immediately activates a very deep conditioned reflex I've acquired over four decades. Looks bizarre, though.
(While searching for the linked photo, I kept turning up photos like
this one, which is an all-too-common depiction of mask and glove use that makes me actually want to punch the photographer. Bradley Whitford's character did the same thing with his sterile gloves and mask in the film
Get Out, which was easily the most disturbing part of the whole movie, as far as I was concerned.)
Grant Hutchison