I pride my self on being from the south. Yeah we talk funny, but it's a great place to call home. I grew up in eastern North Carolina where in the middle of July and August, you have to cut your way through the humidity. It gets so humid that it takes your breath away when you first go outside, and there is no use in trying to fix your hair because it's just gonna end up looking like a frizz ball.
Now when I heard about temperatures out west reaching well over 100 degrees, my friends and I would look at each other and say yeah, but it's a dry heat. I have to admit that we said it with kind of a snooty attitude as well. Sure it was a little hot over there, but nothing could compare to an August day with 125% humidity. I never had much sympathy for those dry heat people until I moved to Africa.
It only took me a couple days here to figure out that when it's 120 degrees outside everyday, it doesn't matter if it's wet, dry, or just a little damp.....it's HOT and that's all there is too it. so I'm sorry for all my snooty "but it's a dry heat comments." It will take a long time for that phrase to ever come out of my mouth again. When it's blazing hot, it's blazing hot.....no matter if your hair is beginning to frizz or not.
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