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Ah! Superhuman ladies !


I am writing this short and quick post being unable to contain the sheer amazement I had had last night. It has completely baffled me, and doesn't seem humanly possible, at least from my experience. 

The cold outside is brutal, or rather, was more brutal yesterday than today. Although the actual temperature was consistently around -10 to -14 degree celcius, but the nasty wind blowing at 25-30 km/hour makes one's skin perceives an even colder temperature, often referred to as the 'feels like temperature' as can be seen in weather.com ... it was 'feels like -17 to -20 degree celcius' outside (weather.com). It was punishingly cold without any exaggeration. I had lost my nice gloves a few days ago (stupid me!), and thus I was forced to carry the carry-out bag from Raising Canes with my bare hand sans gloves at 1 am in the night. I used each of my hands alternately to hold the bag for a 30-second period for the 5-min walking distance while keeping the other hand inside my pocket. By 30 seconds, my hand would start paining ridiculously as if pricked by needles and any longer than it, the pain crosses all limits and makes it feel totally numb.. I feared some kind of frost bite might perennially damage my hand.. so yes, left hand 30 seconds outside, then right hand, then left hand.. until I reached my friend's car. I really need to buy a pair of new gloves. Phew! The nose already felt like a piece of stone sticking to my head...freaking madness outside... 

 Holy cow!..on the streets, walking back and forth near the pubs and bars especially, I could see many ladies, it being a Friday night, that wasn't unnatural. But wait, how is it that they are walking with just a short skirt and a half-sleeved top, and with absolutely nothing ? No jacket, no sweater, no muffler, no cap... the thin spaghetti tops and a short skirt - that's it ! Almost the whole body is exposed to the brutal cold outside ! I mean, something like more than 60% of their body surface is exposed to 'feels like -20 degree celcius' outside ! Not one of two, but many many ladies...holy God ! what's going on man ? I know there's something called 'Fashion above comfort' which is okay.. I mean, at near zero degree Celcius, you walk with a bare minimum of clothes is still logically graspable. I myself sometimes just wear a thin sweat-shirt at close to zero degree.... but 'feels like -20 deg' is really, really brutal... It is no longer about 'comfort' anymore, it's the human body breaking down and getting damaged at -20 degree Celcius...God, my hands experienced infinite pain if exposed for 30 seconds... these ladies are walking around the streets with just a spaghetti top and a short skirt... they did seem to walk steadily and normally which made me guess most of them were probably not 'totally drunk', so they were in their senses I guess.

So are those ladies blessed with some rare genes or something like that, which enable them to withstand -20 degree Celcius in bare minimum clothes. They didn't look like impoverished and poor enough that they wouldn't be able to buy clothes, rather they were wearing sparkling/expensive-looking clothes (although barely). It's NOT fashion anymore, it's about fundamental biology of the human body that I am talking about now, the fundamental heat-cold bearing abilities developed by homo sapiens over tens of thousands of years of evolution. These ladies just defied it ! I am amazed. If they have some special genes etc., can we probably clone or engineer those genetic make-up and distribute it to people around? The winter-wear/warm-cloth industry would then go bankrupt, for nobody would need any jacket or sweat-shirt or scarf. Our expenses will come down a lot, we won't need heaters in our homes and offices and we can save billions of dollars worth energy resources ! People exploring Antarctica wouldn't need to put on thick gears, but just go to the south pole in jeans and T-shirts ! Wow...








 

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