The Hesitation of Our Discontent
Friday, August 5th, 2005Today’s New York Times features an essay by an Ann Arbor man who liked to judge his girlfriends by their enthusiasm for swimming in a freezing cold, “now highly valued lake up north [in Michigan]” that he does not name (perhaps concerned that the spot will be overrun by those seeking to evaluate a potential mate’s cold endurance.) “I have photos of these exes, arms folded across their bathing suits, arms goose-pimpled, brows furrowed, glaring back at the camera; at me,” he writes, adding that the relationships often ended “once I’d rolled my eyes at their hesitation.”
“[P]erhaps that’s the true antonym for summer: not winter, but hesitation,” he continues. In that case, we think it’s about time for some more hesitation weather.