First of all, being cold brings back bad childhood memories. My stepmother used to lock me out of the house in the winter and I fucking froze. For years this happened until we moved back to Hawaii. Then I moved back to Alaska an an adult and guess what—I fucking froze again.
But that’s over-simplifying things. The reason why I don’t think cold is awesome is because it adds a layer of distraction and cost to life. It requires you to use technology to stay alive. For example, you need a coat to go outside, (cost; colder = more expensive coat) and when you’re outside, it’s not really comfortable. When you’re cold, you mostly think about being warm (distraction).
But let’s move beyond the body. Let’s talk metaphor. When we refer to something as being cold, it means heartless and detached. Lacking in compassion. Ruthless. Who the hell is attracted to that?
Conversely, to be regarded as warm is to be open, loving, caring, affectionate. That’s why, on the whole, people from warm places tend to have a warmer culture, and vice versa.
I know that’s really generalizing, but I’m just speaking from experience. If there’s one thing I do appreciate about the culture of a cold place is a toughness and knack for survival and being industrious. Having to rely on technology to survive pushes you to get shit done, fast.
I wouldn’t be writing this post if I wasn’t so damn cold!