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The winter in New York City brings with it a collection of ridiculously poofy jackets. I’m not saying these coats aren’t effective. I own two. They just look a little silly.

But when we wear them underground, and cram ourselves together in a subway car at rush hour, they become a problem. Some of these jackets double a person’s width. And nobody can control the hems of the longer varieties. Flayed jacket tails obscure newspapers and brush cheeks with regularity.

One of the very welcome aspects of spring will be jumping into a waiting subway car without tucking in the edges of my marshmallow coat. It’ll feel like freedom.

For about two weeks, that is, until the heat becomes so oppressive down there that I’ll long for the onset of the next winter.

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1 williamnyy23   ~  Feb 14, 2011 3:44 pm

I hate jackets. Haven't owned one in almost 10 years. This is my winter coat: http://tinyurl.com/4ay83p5

Just seeing someone bundled up in an oversized jacket makes me sweat. I can't imagine wearing one.

2 Jon DeRosa   ~  Feb 14, 2011 4:29 pm

[1] Nice call. I never liked jackets to begin with and wrestling toddlers into winter jackets is uncharted level of hell.

3 Alex Belth   ~  Feb 14, 2011 4:31 pm

Yeah, hard to be cool lookin like the Stay Puffed Marshmellow man.

4 Raf   ~  Feb 14, 2011 11:03 pm

I use my baseball jacket all seasons.

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