How is it possible that any person could hate spring? I love few things more than stepping out of the gloom of winter to enjoy the warmth of the sunshine with friends, tossing around a frisbee, having picnics, going for bike rides! Spring makes me absurdly happy!
After reading a post by “Sista Toldja” over at The Beautiful Struggler entitled “Cruel Summer,” I remembered a conversation I had with a female friend a few years back. We were getting ready to go to the park to enjoy the sun, and before we walked outside, she took a deep breath and said, “I hate this!” I didn’t ask immediately what she hated so much, but I quickly realized what she was preparing for with her deep breath. In the ten blocks or so that we walked to the park, nearly every man we passed stared, eyes down, some even being bold enough to lick and smack their lips. One dude even grabbed at his crotch. The part that amazed me is that we were walking together and very likely could have been a couple, and a few guys even felt entitled to “cat call,” commenting on her ass as we walked by!
She ignored them and asked me to do the same, and as we got to the park, we talked about it. “It’s hard for me not to hate spring,” she said. “It’s always worst in spring when the warm weather clothes first come out. It’s like they’re starved puppies who are watching a meat truck unload its wares for the first time in months!”