I haven’t written in a while, so I’m going to start off this post with a PSA.
To the readers of Moral Hazard,
It’s important that you read to the end of the post and see who the post is by. It’s listed at the end of each and every post, and should tell you whether the reprehensible opinions expressed within are authored by Dan, Patricia, or myself. This is important! It was brought to my attention the other day that people thought I (Mike) wrote all of the posts on this site. Furthermore, some people thought I was actually in possession of the picture of Dan with chocolate all over his partially-covered form.
I want to make it explicitly clear that I am not in possession of the photograph, and quite honestly, it bothers me that it even exists. I could take it off of this website but really, I know a copy of the bits exist out there somewhere. Failing that, they existed at some point in time. Really there’s no way to win here. The crime against nature has been perpetrated and will continue for all of time.
Now, on to the meat of my post. I talk a lot of shit about the south, but let’s be honest: I kind of like it there. Really the south has no more problems than any other part of the country. Sure, it has backwards racists but let’s not lie: so does the north. At least the south has the distinct advantage of being warm, scenic, and pleasant. In other words: I don’t feel like killing myself every single day of the winter, and North Carolina winters are beautiful compared to Pittsburgh.
It really bothers me when spoiled babies whine about “cold weather” when it’s in the 60’s, especially when I’m freezing my ass off in a frozen tundra. I also realize that “cold” is a subjective notion; if you’re used to warm days all the time, then even a moderately unpleasant day is gonna make baby weal upset.
To prevent further misunderstandings, I’ve developed an “objective cold chart.” It’s based around the following metric: freezing weather sucks, regardless of how used you are to it. I can walk around in 20 degree weather without gloves because I’m used to it and I’m not a chump — but that doesn’t mean it’s not cold. Referal to this chart is really simple; if you find yourself whining about the temperature, consult the chart. The chart will tell you what you are, given the temperature.
Sub-freezing: justified. It’s worse closer to 0, obviously. Around 32 isn’t so bad, and anything about 20 isn’t so bad IN MY OPINION, but I’m willing to concede that anything below freezing is terrible.
32-40: Buck up and zip up your coat. It’s chilly but it’s not that bad.
40-50: Poor baby. This is sheer luxury in the winter. If you find yourself whining about temperature in the 40’s you need a reality check.
50-60: Whiny baby. If you’re whining about temperature in the 50’s, you need the taste slapped out of your mouth.
60 and up: You deserve death. Some real Al-Qaeda, Viet-Cong stuff too.