I read the word – Vortex – in a recent fantasy novel. I also heard it used by the psychic-medium, Kim Russo, who said deceased spirits travel through it to visit loved ones still living. If I’m not mistaken, the Star Trek Enterprise was sucked through a couple of vortexes in their day, too.
Hmm, the word is used by fantasy authors, science fiction and psychic-mediums. Now, the media is asking us to take the word seriously. Polar Vortex. Really? Is that all they’ve got? Do they really think the word scares me? Come on, media, I know you can do better than that with your fear-mongering. How many times have I seen you standing in hurricane winds telling other people to run for their lives or they’ll die an agonizing death?
Of course, the word “vortex” is a real word. According to dictionary.com, it’s a whirling mass of air, water or fire as in a tornado shape. Okay, I guess that is pretty scary. I concede to you, media, for finding yet another unique terminology to frighten a population.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not making light of the treacherous, frigid temperatures. I know I don’t live in the north anymore, but I used to, and that’s why the media frustrates me with their scare tactics. They act as if this has never happened in the history of history. Those of you under the age of forty, or who have never experienced the deep freeze, pay attention.
The year my husband and I were first dating, we were silly little twenty-somethings. We had only been on a few dates, but were growing quite enamored with one another. My sweet, innocent young beau had never been to the party area of downtown Chicago, and I volunteered to corrupt him by showing it to him. So, we headed down on a balmy zero-degree (17c) day. The windy city brushed our skin with its breezes at a mere -50 (45c) degrees.
Still young and romantic, my considerate boyfriend offered me a horse & carriage ride. Yep, there were still a couple of horses out in the stuff, but I wasn’t that young and dumb. I found a corner pub for us to duck into, and it had a lovely fireplace right smack dab in the middle.
During another winter on a warmer, 12 degree day, we went to see a Chicago Bulls basketball game with Michael Jordan (obviously quite some time ago). I felt sorry for the poor man standing outside in the icy air taking money for the parking lot. I said as much to him as we paid. His answer, “Eh, it’s Chicago. What do you expect?” Yep, that’s a Chicago super fan for ya. Da Bulls.
So you see, a polar freeze (vortex) is not so uncommon. All the media did, was find a new way to describe winter in the north, while at the same time, scare the pants off people (but you better keep them on in those temps).