I concede that my unwillingness to "accept" the weather is a clear sign of how far I have to go until I can claim to be enlightened. I am the opposite, if there is such a thing -- I am endarkened. But I'm not the only one who doesn't like it. Today one of the Weather Channel reporters standing out in the storm somewhere in New Hampshire shouted over the howling winds, "Right now the snow is hitting me in the face and it's extremely painful!"
I found his statement hyperbolic. Extremely painful? Really? Snow in the face? I thought back to my 23 hours of labor during natural childbirth and laughed. Except on the football field, men are such wimps.