Every time I see a radically under-dressed 20something guy running around Park City, where the temperature has mostly been in the 20s and early 30s, I get mildly irritated. I’m almost to the point of being pissed off. I’m talking about weather cold enough to theoretically kill you under prolonged circumstances, and young guys completely waving that off by wearing baggy shorts, sneakers without socks and T-shirts with some kind of flannel shirt or, in some instances, just T-shirts.

No generation or culture in the history of the planet earth has ever dressed this stupidly for cold weather. These guys are biological aberrations…freaks.

I know what they’re doing. I mean, I think I get it. They’re embracing a kind of X-treme sports aesthetic and making a kind of statement to themselves and to women who happen by that says, “I’m so hardcore I’ve willed myself into a state in which serious cold doesn’t matter all that much…my lower legs are beet red from the exposure but I’m totally fine, really, because I’m all rugged-ass and hearty and just not into bourgeois protection…I am the weather and the weather is me. Bring it on and let me honestly feel it.”

But of course, they’re being ridiculous all the same. Thousands of years of civilization and people have always bundled up when it’s cold. And then along comes GenY, saying to hell with warmth and any kind of sensible cold-weather attitude.