When I lived in Russia, I learned that if it’s cold enough to see your breath, or ice crystals form on your eyelashes, its time to wear a hat. This rule was strictly enforced by babushkas, Russian grandmothers, who would beat you about the head, face, neck, and chest with 20kg bags of potatoes and cabbage, screaming “We respect the winter here!” if they saw you go out hatless on a cold winters’ day.
Here you know its time when Tom makes two posts in one week about the temp drop, here and here. I know, for I saw my breath this morning and on went the hat. Yep, I still wear a hat in winter, and think its about time for you to wear one too.
Oh and not punk ass baseball or trucker hats, but full on wool or leather hats. You’d be surprised how many places sell good hats and how hot a man can be wearing one. Just check out Brad here to the right. The past two years, I’ve raided the Filene’s Basement at 14th and E for good toppery. Hects has a decent selection, and the shops around Friendship Heights Metro, both cheap and cashola, give great variety.
So embrace your inner real man, be not Kennedy on his Inauguration Day, be smart, be cool, be warm – wear a hat!
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