Umbrellas Are a Sham

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Write this on my tombstone: We need to talk about the social stigma of not carrying an umbrella.

"Do you have an umbrella?" No, I don't. "Where's your umbrella?" It doesn't exist. "Do you want to borrow my umbrella?" I absolutely do not. I choose to live without an umbrella weighing me down, and I'm tired of being shamed for it.

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And no, it's not because umbrellas are poorly designed and likely to break at any moment. It's not because opening them indoors is bad luck and opening them at all is incredibly frustrating. It's because the umbrella industrial complex, or something, has tricked us all into believing that a pole with a sheet of fabric on top is an effective way to stay dry in a downpour. It's because I refuse to be a Sheep.

It's also because I'm notoriously clumsy and kept poking strangers in the eye with spokes when I tried to use an umbrella—and, by God, I tried!—but, anyway. I digress.


There are two types of rain. I don't know what the fancy ~meteorologist~ terms for them are, but I'm going to name them Rain You Can Handle and Rain You Really, Really Can't.

Rain You Can Handle is tropical rain, a light drizzle, a gentle spitting, a soft tickling of rain droplets. I don't want to brag about being from England, but, being from England, I am more familiar than most with this variety of weather. You can get groceries in Rain You Can Handle. You can walk the dog. Some days, you'll barely even notice it's raining.

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Rain You Really, Really Can't, meanwhile, is what you Americans call a "rainstorm." A downpour. A hideous, hair-drenching deluge that leaves you as wet and cold as if you'd jumped into the sea in England, where I am from. Typically quite brief, this kind of rain leaves you huddling under shop awnings and hopping over flooded sidewalks.

In Rain You Can Handle, you don't need an umbrella. In Rain You Really, Really Can't, nothing you do is going to keep you dry. Actually, go ahead, you can put that on my tombstone.


I do understand that I've blown your mind here. That your belief system about being a human with an umbrella in the rain, about being a human in the rain, about simply being a human, has been shattered. So I've compiled a batch of frequently asked questions I expect to receive, in my new career as an Umbrella Truther and the administrator of r/wetpill, and took the liberty of answering them.

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If an umbrella won't keep me dry, what will?

Nothing. Rain is akin to Life. When you step outside in it and it comes at you with full force, nothing can keep you dry. This "umbrella" you speak of may protect part of your head, but, as with Life, rain can and will come at you side-on. And your feet will still get really wet.

But what about my hair?

A good question. Fortunately, capitalism has come up with a fantastic invention called a rain jacket with a hood. Wear one.

Will writing this get you in hot water with the corporate goons of Big Umbrella? If so, what will they do to you?

That, I do not know.

Please know I did this for you.

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