Tits and Tats Weather: Lamenting the End of Winter

On this Memorial Day Weekend, our veteran fashion correspondent, Varun, asks us to remember all the beautiful, healthy sweaters that have been closeted as summer draws near.

So it’s finally getting nice in New York. After a long, cold, wet winter, the sun is starting to shine, and city-dwellers are beginning to emerge from their concrete caves. Jackets and scarves are being shed in favor of tank tops, flip flops, and shorts. Great news, right? Wrong!

If you’re like me, a person of modest physical attributes, then you’re probably just as bummed as I am to see “sweater weather” fade into the bright, sunny horizon. For guys like us, cold weather acted as the great equalizer. Everybody had to bundle up, so nobody’s pectoral muscles stood out from the pack. Winter was a golden time, where people are judged by the size of their personalities, not the size of their biceps.

It was also a time for sweater enthusiasts like me to shine. I’ll say it straight up: I love sweaters. All sweaters. I love the way they look, feel, smell, and the way they make hugs incredible. Part of this love stems from my father, who has saved every sweater he has owned since the seventies. His closet is my favorite part of our house. It’s like a magical time capsule.

The other major source of my love of sweaters is Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable of the Cosby Show. He’s something of a hero to me, in large part because of his uncanny ability to rock the craziest sweaters you’ve ever seen with a sense of cool and style that is unmatched in today’s popular culture. I’d like to see someone try to wear a pair of cargo shorts with even half that degree of gravitas.

So while you’re all out enjoying your precious sunshine at your beaches and parks, just know that summer can’t last forever. Soon enough Fall will be back, and our time will come again. Until then, farewell dear sweaters. I'll miss you more than you know.