Abolish Jean Shorts

In tandem with the annual fervor for summer there is almost always inevitable dread. The heat that finds itself trapped in the pavement and concrete of New York City, the kind that makes your sunglasses slide off your nose and your back drip on the subway platform and even the ends of your hair stick aimlessly to the tops of your shoulders, is nearly intolerable. But perhaps worse than all of these discomforts combined is that of wrestling with a pair of jean shorts.