The Utter Absurdity of Freezing for…What, Exactly?
Five thousand people. Five thousand grown adults willingly plunged themselves into frigid water, presumably to break a world record for the polar bear dip. Let that sink in for a moment. We’ve reached peak ridiculousness, folks. A pinnacle of pointless human endeavor.
Seriously, what possesses someone to actively seek out hypothermia? Is this some sort of bizarre performance art piece? Are they attempting to prove something? That they can tolerate discomfort? Newsflash: so can my cat when I try to give him a bath. Its not exactly an Olympic sport.
And five thousand people?! Did everyone else have better things to do? Like, I don’t know, contributing meaningfully to society? Volunteering? Learning a new skill? Anything that doesn’t involve shivering uncontrollably for the fleeting attention of strangers?
I bet half of them were just there for the Instagram photo. “Look at me!” they scream, while simultaneously risking frostbite. Im brave! Im adventurous! No, youre cold and wet. And now you’ve contributed to a record that will be broken next year by six thousand people who also desperately need attention.
The sheer scale of this spectacle is frankly alarming. It’s a monument to our collective desire for fleeting validation and the willingness to endure unnecessary suffering just to say, “I was there.” Im genuinely concerned.
