If and when I listen/watch the weather-weenies here, they're all "when's it going to warm up, when's it going to warm up?".
It's been getting down to 20 degrees some nights. Whoa, right?! Big freakin' deal -- it's winter!
But, nope, this is North Carolina and if they cain't wear they flip-flops and shorts, that ain't right. (P.S. They wear 'em out anyway and there's me in shoes w/socks, jacket, scarf and gloves.)
I'm glad I am not the only one irritated by this. It annoys me on multiple levels. For one, I hate this assumption that the default condition simply
must be sunny and mild. "So when's it going to warm up?" If I have my druthers, April. How's that for an answer?
I also hate the assumption, implicit in the first assumption, that not only should sunny and mild be the default condition, but it simply
must be the universally preferred condition too. In May, sure. November, December? Not so much.
I have this working theory that warm, sunny weather coincides with banal, insipid mentalities. Cold weather, on the other hand, has a purifying and rectifying quality. Much like myself, cold weather refuses to suffer fools. I consider Jack Frost to be a personal friend.
Don't even get me started on the "I don't care if it's 20 degrees, I'm wearing my cargo shorts" people. We're not impressed. It doesn't make you look tough. I guess they figure it's some sort of statement, a defiant planting of the flag on behalf of banality? That's how I interpret it, anyway.
Rant mode off.