It’s nearly impossible to look attractive in subzero temperatures. Hair: frizzy. Nose: drippy. Skin: scaly. Most days, I can’t tell the difference between a wind-whipped old man and a young, comely woman.
No offense to passer-byers. I can’t see anything but a strip of eyes.
Some girls pull it off: furry hood, knee-length boots, adorable mittens, and all. Not me.