This quote came to mind this morning when I put on my flowy sleeveless top, because I didn't want to sweat through my cardigan before I even arrived at work... again. I got many stares from the capped-sleeved women on the Ladies-only train car, but they could have been staring at the giant REI backpack I have strapped on my back (they favor tote bags and briefcases, even if it screws up your alignment). But it is hot, and I will take off my cardigan while waiting for the train, dammit! And even though the train car is air conditioned, I will keep it off until I walk onto my campus!
Right now the Bay Area is experiencing a heat wave (from the looks of things on my Facebook feed, it seems as though people think the Apocalypse is coming), but I imagine people are happily sitting in their air conditioned buildings and wearing shorts and tank tops as they please. They can probably also wear the giant sunglasses I love so much. (Here you are looked at kind of funny, since everyone carries a parasol.) As for me? I think my wrists are developing carpal tunnel syndrome from all the fanning I have to do. Not sure how well my Japanese detergent will be at getting out all these sweat stains, too.
Grrr, Japan. Grrrr.