Dark Thoughts on the White Stuff
By Joe Queenan
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Survivors of mythical snowstorms rhapsodize about a golden age when snow shovels never broke and ice picks never became bluntunlike the cheap trash sold today. And they love to bitterly complain about Mr. Weathermans unfathomable inability to get his forecast rightthe stupid, overpaid jerkwhen all the statistics used to be right there, down to the very last snowflake, in the Farmers Almanac.
When brutal storms hit the Midwest or the Northeast, as one did this week, haughty, battle-scarred Canadians, genetically immune to harsh weather conditions, love to get on the phone and engage in a practice called snowdescension. You call 88 inches with 300-mile-per-hour winds a blizzard? they sneer. Why, back in 78, we had 327 feet in Toronto. Kids had to get to school by cutting holes in Lake Ontario and swimming to class. We had to survive on fried maple syrup for weeks. And that was in July.
We face other perils. It is sometimes said that Eskimos have 264 words for snow, while we have only that word or the white stuff. What Eskimos dont have are 264 words for antisocial snow behavior, such as hibernal lactic plunder. How many times have I arrived at the supermarket two days before a snowstorm to find that my neighbors have made off with all the whole, 2% and skim milk, and only left behind a tiny container of Lactaid?
Why, one might ask, do fully grown Americans need so much milk during a snowstorm? Do they really eat that much cereal or drink that much hot chocolate? Are they afraid that the storm will be so bad it will kill all the cows and they will never be able to get any fresh milk again? Or are they misanthropic milk misers, perched there by the window, gleefully eyeing the phalanxes of hapless tykes who would die for a cup of hot milk?
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What I find most painful to endure are the mean-spirited people who love it when the snow arrives, because they can pretend to commiserate with the snowbound from the safe confines of Venice Beach or Rio de Janeiro, engaging in an activity best known as snowenfreude. Years go by and you dont hear from your friends in Los Angeles. Then they see on the news that the Northeast is going to get hit by 24 inches of snow, and they cant resist the urge to contact you. Were so lucky to be living out here in paradise, where its going to be 80 this afternoon, they say. Thanks.
People like this should be forced to engage in community snow service by spending every other winter in Buffalo. Thatd teach them to keep their mouths shut.
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