Make way, politics and religion – there’s a new taboo topic of polite conversation in Vancouver.
An unusually cold winter that has repeatedly blanketed the Lower Mainland with record-breaking snowfalls – including more of the white stuff just yesterday – has had some Vancouverites begging the rest of Canada to, “come and get your misplaced snow.”
The whole slippery situation has caused a rift that is rivalling the love or hate La La Land debate. There are two distinct camps, with a pure, white no-man’s land in between.
I am firmly in the pro snow camp. Whether on the mountains, in my backyard or even on city streets, I love the way it makes everything look so clean and pristine – if only until the thaw begins.
When I see those giant Charlie Brown flakes coming down it conjures childhood memories, including the seemingly miraculous gift of snow days, sledding in city parks and snowball fights that gave me a chance to get close to boys I was crushing on. The older me basks in the enveloping quiet and calm that accompanies a snow-covered morning.
However, this year my outspoken love of even the promise of snow has left me smacked by an avalanche of derision from friends, co-workers and clients who prefer typical wet, dreary Vancouver winter days.
So, like our American neighbours who avoid talking politics in fear that it will unearth their friends’ Make America Great Again proclivities, and given the fact that snow-haters up here don’t out themselves with “Make it Stop Snowing” toques, I have begun to sleuth out whether someone is likely to be a snow sympathizer before I open my mouth.
My research has led me to conclude that there is a direct, inverse correlation between the steepness of a person’s driveway and their love for snow.
Whether someone owns a pair of Sorrels, a snow shovel or winter tires are also helpful clues.
Divisions aside, I take solace in the fact that our most divisive issue has its roots in precipitation. I’d take that any day over the political climate woes in the U.S.