genetic grumblings

While I cannot prove this conclusively, I do dare hypothesize that Japanese women are not only genetically encoded with itty bitty frames, but also the ability to control the weather.

For example, on a day like today, the sun is out (glorious, glorious sun), but due to the recent tsunami-induced rain storms, the air is also filled with water. We're talkin' like 152% humidity. I'm pretty sure that's what the (Japanese) weatherman said last night (in Japanese). So we're talkin' wet hot air (like steam, really), plus a few dashes of wind. Which feels good when your clothes are sticking to you due to the fact you're walking through (not on) water. But then again, when you attempt to even remotely style your hair and the wind kicks in, um, bye bye bangs.

So there I am, standing on the subway platform battling the forces, willing my bangs to stay where I put them and to ignore the currents that woosh in through the station. And these little dainty things are just chatting away, hair perfectly coifed, faces perfectly undamp (it's a word, I'm sure of it). It is truly unfair and if I'm being honest, a genetic difference I'd prefer to share.

So what is this picture? This is my genetic code. When you interpret the weather controlling formulas in my code, it says: "Whatever."

And I'm left with this.