Well, it’s that time again. It’s completely white outside (which is a good sign because, as we all know, if it’s snowing that means it can’t be too cold …) and I’m bitter. I hate winter. The only good thing about it is that it means we have a lovely spring and fall.
Although this is really more of a poll I put it in the Pit because of all the resentment that I’m sure this discussion will bring to the surface. I can feel it welling up inside me as we speak.
So, what’s the worst part about winter?
Is it the fact that it takes ten times longer to get to work, because of snow on the train tracks or super-crowded streetcars that you can’t get on or because it’s too cold to bike?
Or is it the dry, flaky skin?
Or constantly being cold?
These are all mild irritants compared to the resentment I feel towards the enormous amounts of time that I spend in the winter getting dressed and undressed. Honestly. Underwear, tights, socks, pants, top, another top, another top. (My knee itches but I can’t reach it through the layers.) Then, when it’s time to go outside: sweater, coat (zip, button, velcro), boots (find, squeeze in, lace up, buckle,) scarf & mittens & hat (which all like to hide from you) … remove mittens, unzip coat, unbutton sweater, remove keys from pocket … button sweater, zip up coat, put mittens back on …
Then you come home and you can’t do anything until you take off your boots (unless you want to track snow all over the house) which means you must take off your mittens and unzip your coat (because mine is so big I can’t bend over properly in it), and by then you will no doubt be uncomfortably hot from wearing so many clothes indoors, and you will really, really have to pee but there are so many more layers between you and peeing …
and sex … well … let’s just say it’s hard to tear off clothing in the heat of the moment when there’s so damn much of it!
Fucking winter.