It is deliriously cold outside right now. So cold that you want to punch yourself in the face. (Why? I dunno. Maybe because the ER is warm and then you also probably don't have to go to work.) The snow has mostly cleared from the streets and sidewalks of New York City, but right now, Mother Nature, who is kind of a jerk lately, insists that we won't see a temperature above freezing for at least a week, and mostly they're going to be really, really far below that. Like a degree. One single, solitary degree. That is a temperature that can happen, apparently. This is all new to me.
As you can probably tell, I'm getting pretty sick of all of this, and it's only January. There are precious few ways that I can protest the Earth's global climate processes, but my favorite one is to refuse to dress like a professional adult for the duration of the season. It's going to be all sweats-masquerading-as-clothes and sneakers-masquerading-as-designer-shoes from here on out, or at least until we get back to, like, a balmy 35 degrees. For this weekend, and maybe all of the weekends, I have selected the outfit of the week below.