Winter dilemmas

As the weather rapidly turns icy, I find myself faced with the same annual dilemma: what does one wear in 9 degree weather to keep warm and still look good? Last night, for example, I went out with some friends. We planned on watching the rugby and then heading to Friars for a good jam. Plans made, I headed back to my room and flung open my cupboard. Only then did it hit me: what on earth should I wear?

You see, the dynamics of choosing an outfit in winter are complicated. First of all, the rugby. The game would be outside (duh), so I knew there would be a freezing wind blowing and I should wrap up warm. On the other hand, Friars is always hot inside so wearing a thick jersey would be out of the question. As would a coat, as dancing in knee-length polyester or a bulky fur-lined jacket is not possible. Well, not without looking like the Michelin Man anyway. Thus, I found myself torn: should I freeze at the rugby? Or boil over at Friars?

Ultimately, my hair made the decision for me. I have been blessed with hair that, when exposed to heat and humidity, rapidly turns into a gigantic frizzy afro/hat. However, in cold or dry weather it is more likely to behave itself. And so, in order to preserve my dignity and prevent myself from looking like a brunette Ronald McDonald, I decided to brave the cold winds and wear tights, a long-sleeved shirt and flat boots. I lasted all of half an hour at the match before giving in and sprinting to the warmth of the Union. On the other hand, I survived quite comfortably in Friars. In short, I have decided that watching rugby matches and going out to clubs should not occur on the same night, unless one is willing to trek home and change outfits in between the two. Which one (well, this one at least) is usually not willing to do, because going home while still drunk is considered to be an epic fail of a night.

What seems unfair is that guys don't have to undergo the same dilemma. They toss on a pair of jeans, a clean T-shirt and a hoodie, and voila! Outfit sorted. When they reach the warmth of Friars, off comes the hoodie to be tied around his waist. Somehow this just doesn't look as unattractive on guys as it does on girls, so they can get away with it (of course, that's just my opinion).
I often think life would have been easier as a guy. Outfits are simpler, no concerns about period or labour pains, fights are sorted out with fists rather than catty comments...their worlds are simpler in general. Although considering my height and general appearance, I think I'd be a very unattractive boy; a Justin-Bieber type male. And most likely gay. I simply cannot imagine being attracted to females.

...OK this post has gone WAY off my original point. I'm going to end now before it gets any more decidedly weird. Maybe I still have some of last night's alcohol in my system...that would explain a lot.