Yes, it was cold last weekend.
When I was a kid, we had a name for that. We called it, ‘winter,’ and expected that every year would bring a week’s worth of really cold weather requiring one to bundle up, think warm thoughts, and, yes, not go outside without a good reason. There were also snowstorms, and the one or two oddly warm days that made one believe that beach season was only a week away. We accepted it all as normal, and somehow got through it without guidance from our political leaders.
So I’d like to believe that anyone with half a brain can figure that it’s cold and it’s best to stay inside without a pronouncement from our Dear Local Leader, Mayor DeBlasio.
Does he really think his citizenry is that stupid?
But then again…
Variations of the above image, with straight and gay couples, have been plastered everywhere in the city. They are on subway stations, trains, buses, and advertising wraparounds of the free newspapers that one picks up on the way to the subway.
Perhaps I’m an old fudd, but I’ve always believed (even when I was a young fudd) that sex is best enjoyed in the context of a committed relationship. I have to question the wisdom of the city government encouraging people to swing from the chandeliers (as long as they play sure!) when it apparently believes those same people don’t have the sense to get out of the cold.
And then again…
A while back, I went to the Department of Health offices to get a copy of my birth certificate. It’s an ordinary enough government office, and the process is simple enough: get the form, fill it out while waiting on line, hand in the form with $10 (may have changed of late) and your ID, and walk out with the document.
But in addition to the stacks of forms, the Department of Health office was also stocked with fishbowls full of condoms. I had to wonder: were some people overtaken with desire that they had to do each other on the spot? And should the government be encouraging such activity?