Through my year and a half of living in New York, there are things I have grown to love, and things I have really grown to dislike. For instance, I like that rappers make songs about this city* (but I dislike when they overplay it at bars), I like walking the streets and looking at all the different stores and shops (but I dislike the homeless people that sleep next to them), and I like the nightlife (but I dislike when I pay for the cab fare home). Overall, I love New York (hmmm… I think I’ve just created a slogan), but some little things bother me about the city.
My new dislike of New York is the weather. When we were growing up, we were taught that there were four seasons that essentially lasted three months each. But in New York, the weather goes something like this: From January 1st until April 15th is winter, from April 15th to May 1st is spring, from May 1st to September 15th is summer, from September 15th to October 1st is fall and from October 1st to the end of the year is winter. What makes things worse is that the winter and summers in this city are brutal. The skyscrapers and tall buildings make wind tunnels so in the winter, it is freezing (in addition to the fact that we are surrounded by water). Additionally, in the summer it is a brutal sweat-fest (I used to walk four blocks from the Path to my apartment and had to sit in front of an air conditioning for twenty minutes just to stop sweating). So, for all but about thirty days in the year, we are either brutally cold or sweltering hot.
What’s worse about this weather is the fact that there is no warning in the switch of seasons; it just happens out of nowhere. For instance, last April, on the day of my law school’s Barrister Ball (the law school equivalent to the prom… except less crying), the weather suddenly changed from freezing cold to brutal heat. Making things worse was the fact that the gentlemen had to wear suits. Making things worse for me was the fact that I wore a green shirt, which clearly would show sweat. So, I had a dilemma: do I take off my suit jacket in the hopes that I would stop sweating, or do I keep on the suit jacket to hide the sweat? Well, I kept the jacket on, and needless to say, it was brutal. There was no warning of this weather. In fact, had I known about the El Nino heat wave of that day I probably would have worn white (or one of those stain proof shirts).
Winter is no better. It hurts to walk outside because of the wind sometimes. In fact, what really made me dislike the weather in this city was an incident I had this weekend. I was going down to a wedding in the DC area (It was awesome, by the way. I either want to get married right now or just start crashing weddings with 20 of my closest friends), and it was brutal in New York. Freezing cold. I whipped out the winter jacket, and only packed jeans and winter clothing. This, of course, was an awful idea, and an idea I should have realized was bad seeing how I went to college in Maryland for four years. I forgot that it’s still summer in DC, and boy, did I pay. No shorts and lots of sweating. All because New York is about to hit winter.
In conclusion, it’s a crying shame that the two best seasons (spring and fall) last a total of thirty days in New York City. During those thirty days, I can wear a t-shirt without worrying about hypothermia or heat stroke. It’s pretty nice. As for the rest of the year, I either have to wear layers or nothing at all, and that blows.
Disclaimer: I don’t sweat more than the normal person.
* Note: My favorite rap songs about New York are 50 Cent’s “I Run New York” and “New York, New York” by Ja Rule, Jadakiss and Fat Joe. As for non-rap songs, Matchbox 20’s “Bright Lights”, Green Day’s “Macy’s Day Parade” are my favorites, but they are only kind of about New York.