Talking about the weather used to be the safest of safe conversation openers—a subject so dull and non-controversial because everyone shared the same experience and could hardly be expected to have a different interpretation (with the exception of the grouch who when asked to reply to, “Nice day,” answers, “What’s so nice about it?”)
One side effect of global warming hysteria is the politicization of talking about the weather. The most common word I hear these days is, “crazy.”
On a cold winter day:
“It’s so cold today.”
Or, on a seasonably warm day:
“I know, it’s crazy.”
In New England we used to say that if you don’t like the weather, wait a couple hours. Unusual weather was usual. If pushed, global warming alarmists will concede that weather isn’t the same as climate. One warm day doesn’t prove that the globe is warming. But in practice every weather condition is pressed into service to support the theory of wildly erratic weather.