I'm in Beaufort, NC with my family, and it's fifty degrees. Which means my Vermont blood is saying to me: WARM. Which means I am in shorts, and the native beach people are hoofing around in turtlenecks, fleece, and gloves looking at me like I'm Canadian or something. (Close.)
I am a notoriously bad packer, and focused my packing energy on Fray-monster, so I made it to the coast with no razor. Which means FEMINIST LEGS. In shorts.