Why on earth is it that in July and August in NYC it’s either boiling hot (outside) or frigid (inside). Can some happy medium exist that doesn’t shock our body into thinking we’re either at the North Pole or in Sub-Saharan Africa?
Outside it’s a hot steamy mess or humid traffic, people, and swelter…..and inside office buildings it’s an Arctic Zone where sleeveless tops make one want to find the nearest fleece blanket within a one-block radius.
We’re living in a world with the iPhone – can’t we establish a normal temperature for goodness sakes? Too cold or too hot? That’s so five minutes ago (or so fifty years ago, rather).