I Got 99 Problems But Not Having Air Conditioning Ain’t One

26 May

Life in the first world is pretty sweet.  You can order just about anything to be delivered to your door: pizza, wings, groceries, shoes, clothes, even hookers.  We have running water and electricity.  Many of us even have TVs with too many channels to know what to do with.  There are tons or radio stations to choose from.  Aisles and aisles upon shit we don’t need at the grocery store.  We even have access to restaurants who only specialize in grilled cheese.

That’s pretty amazing.

You know what my favorite first world amenity is?  Air conditioning.  Sweet, sweet air conditioning.

Being hot and sweaty makes me angry.  Stepping outside and being hit with 90 degree heat is enough to make me want to break shit.  It’s important to have a respite from such things.  That’s why I love my central air in my house and the air conditioning in my house.  Amazing.  And awesome.

When my sister and I were growing up in Virginia, I remember how fucking hot the summers would get.  She, the dog, and I would fight over who got to lay in front of the fan in the hallway.  We poor sweaty little children were grumpy the bulk of the summer.  It always confused me when my mother would tell us to go play outside.  First of all, we hated being outdoors, second, it was hotter than sin.  For us the best thing to do under such things was lay as still as possible and hope that there would suddenly be a freak windstorm in the house.

It wasn’t until years later we found out the house had air conditioning it, but my mother chose not to turn it on.  You know why she didn’t turn it on?  Because she was born and raised in Mexico, in the third world.  Not cool, mom.  Not cool.  Literally, not cool.

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2 Responses to “I Got 99 Problems But Not Having Air Conditioning Ain’t One”

  1. Chicago-Style Girl May 28, 2012 at 1:41 am #

    I hate hate hate being cold. So we use the air conditioning, but we never have on a very low temperature. The husband uses fans all the time, but he’s nice enough not to point them toward me. My parents didn’t have the same view on air as I did either, so I totally feel you on relishing in making your own decisions about what the air in your own damn house should feel like.

  2. ron May 29, 2012 at 12:33 pm #

    Mexico is not third world. It’s a developing country. And, go to Mexico City and see the fresas shopping in air conditioned Prada, Louie Vutton and other high end stores/

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