Blizzard is a Buzz Word

This is going to be really quick. Because to be honest, I'm fucking exhausted.

First of all, I just got back from a boxing class @ my gym, which was called simply, "boxing." I think a more apropos name would have been "You'll never make it out of this class alive, or at very best, absent the function of your limbs." The super-frustrating part of it all, was that the 300lb bald, tattooed man who was screaming at our class full of "pansy bitches" to get on the floor and do another two minutes of squat-thrusts, could probably not have survived a single squat-thrust if his very life depended upon it. Jerk.

Well any way, I guess it's been a trying day all around. I just need to comment briefly on the snow... since everyone else is talking about nothing else.

I was minding my own business yesterday, lying in my bed watching Spinal Tap while eating a Tuna Salad lunch kit (lunchables for grownups I like to think) when my phone rang. My father, ecstatic, was on the other line.

"Are you snowed in??" He squealed, as if it were a Christmas morn of his childhood. I craned my neck toward the window behind me.

"Yeah. There's snow," I said. Apparently I wasn't sufficiently reactionary.

"Is there 26 inches of snow?" He pressed on. He needed the details. CNN was reporting from Central Park and he had an insider in the trenches. Where the hell was his front-line commentary?!

"I don't know, Dad," I sighed. "It looks more like 6 inches to me. But who knows. I'd subtract twenty or so inches from their high estimate." I wanted to remind him that News is television too...and they're out for as many ratings as Grey's Anatomy and the Bachelor. He was deflated.

I never turned on the television yesterday, or today for that matter, but this "blizzard" is all anyone can think about. People rolled into work today in jeans and sweatshirts. Snow boots were everywhere, Agencies were closed, people weren't leaving their apartments. It's a state of total panic!

I will venture to guess that on the high end, midtown might have gotten something NEAR two feet when all was said and done. Maybe 15-20inches. But the sidewalks were shoveled, the streets plowed, and power uninterrupted. What in God's name is so frightening about this? It must be my stint @ Gannon which has me jaded toward all things snow-related. Between November and April, this was the least amount of snow we'd see. People sliding around the sidewalks was a commonplace. Salt-stained cuffs lined the bottom of every pair of our pants. Waist-deep snow? Get to class. Slippery, ice-covered sidewalks of death? Most girls navigated such terrain in heels, with a cigarette in one hand and a cell phone in the other. Please. New Yorkers can deal with EVERYTHING! I can't believe this "blizzard" has everyone in such a panic.

I have to blame the media. I have a feeling that minus the UNINTERRUPTED NEWS COVERAGE OF THE BLIZZARD OF 2006... we might all be able to deal with the realization of some snowfall on our own. Possibly even without requiring a sick day. Or sedation.

Yes. We got dumped on. But for those of you who survived a few Gannon winters on lake Erie... these people haven't seen anything.

Nite!