My mother always fought the social pressures of climate control. "Why do you want heat in the winter...and cold in the summer?" Her argument was that if the house was built properly the outside conditions should have no effect on the inside. They did…so it wasn't?
Who's to argue? Wear a sweater.
That cultivated in me a lowered dependency on thermostats…and also, a fear/ignorance of them.
Now, as temperatures in Toronto reach unbearable heights I am being seduced by the need for artificially-generated cold air.
The outside is cooler than the inside. I can't open the windows in my room. We shield the sunlight from entering the apartment, creating a cave-like atmosphere. We don’t cook for fear of raising the temperature inside by even one degree. My hair not only suffers the inevitable plight of humidity but I don't even blow dry it because a hot air gun has no business in my life right now.
Desperate measures.
We're now considering getting a portable unit. Our not-all-that scientific positioning of the fans has exceeded our patience. I normally dislike AC. I find it's generally abused and the overzealous willy-nilly approach to climate control is the cause of summer blackouts that, at first seem exciting and then just prove annoying.
In the right hands (ie. mine and N's), AC could perhaps simply be a mechanism for taking the edge off on a stupid hot Toronto day/night.
Not an excuse to wear a sweater in July.
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Let's do it!
ReplyDeletehell yeah!
ReplyDeleteI have been seduced.
ReplyDeleteI never had AC and grew up thinking it was perfectly normal to ake a freezing cold shower right before bed and sleep an inch away from my fan.
Our house has central air and now I have to juggle using ac vs. opening windows, using fans etc. It's confusing but I know it's a luxury.
Also, I miss the joy of running under a sprinkler or eating a posicle to beat the heat.