When snow is falling sideways

When snow is falling sideways what are you to do but accept the fact that you might never feel your face again and, yes, you're makeup is ruined for the rest of the day and you are screwed. No scarf, hat, or balaclava could keep out the flurries that defy gravity. A face mask might do the trick, but then the banks and the women with expensive handbags look at you suspiciously and they clutch their bags closer and they lock their doors swiftly and since you are in New York and not Alaska, everyone you walk by will think you're a wuss because beauty is pain, pain is beauty. So I guess it depends on your priorities.

I always believed that since I grew up in Connecticut, I should look like I didn't care if the snow was freezing my first two layers of skin. I grew up with it, I am used to it, cold doesn't phase me. {scoff, scoff} I walk out into a blizzard with all the swagger that an exposed chin can give and trudge through the slosh past the less sure-footed folk. This is my tundra! I say to myself as I lose feeling in my nose and snot seeps down my face. 

But I am an adult now and somehow at the ripe age of 23, my previously boastful young ego has spontaneously transformed into mind-altering idiocy. Today, I gladly fall prey to suspicious looks and wear my ski mask proudly on the streets of Manhattan.