Pretty much nobody in my neighborhood has a/c. And I live in a pretty fancy neighborhood. And OMG, we get super humid hot summers too here in iglooland, but we survive by thinking of the snow and polar bears.
Signed,
we only turn the a/c on if we are all dripping in sweat while just sitting on our asses. Anything else is open windows and fans weather.
Whenever I start getting fluttery over the heat, I take a moment to remind myself that there were once bitches in Savannah parading about in wool superfine frockcoats, coutil corsets, and/or seven layers of well starched petticoats.
Dude sounds like a dick and a half but really, ain't no thang but a chicken wing.
I live in Atl, where it does get really hot and everyone has air conditioning, but people lived here before air conditioning was around and managed, even wearing hoop skirts and girdles. It sounds miserable to me and is not something I'd want to do, but whatever.