It’s getting to the point where slushy, greying snow and black ice have topped the list of things you hate, beating out world hunger, bigotry, columns about lazy millennials, and the gov’ment. You’re sick of falling on your hands, and so you’ve stopped going outside on weekends. Your closest companion is now a cube-shaped lamp that is supposed to cure your seasonal affective disorder. You’ve begun talking to him, and you’ve made him a tiny hat. Listen: It’s time to leave the house. Take a cue from all the tough-as-nails women in the news this week, dress up Lampy in his finest fedora, and brave the ice so you can have a conversation with some real people. We’ll get you started with some small talk. More
