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Everyone Talks About The Weather, But Only The Weatherman Gets Paid To Do It

by Mad Dog


I understand that weather forecasting isn’t an exact science, but it’s not right that my horoscope is more accurate than the 3-day forecast.
Being a TV weatherperson has got to be the best job in the world. Sure, being an ice cream taster at Ben & Jerry’s, the head of human resources for the Acme Porn Flick Company, or Leonardo DiCaprio are also good career choices, but they don’t afford you the luxury of screwing up 365 days in a row while not only keeping your job but getting a raise, which means you can buy all the tax-deductible silly ties and hairspray you want. And as a weatherperson you’ll want plenty.

   Think about it, if doctors, airline pilots, and dry cleaners had the same success rate as TV weatherpeople there would be a major uprising. Well, except maybe from morticians, Amtrak, and clothing manufacturers. But for some reason weather forecasters are exempt from the normal guidelines of job performance. Maybe, as in kindergarten, “plays well with others,” “shares,” and “goes potty by himself” really are the most important personal attributes.

   I understand that weather forecasting — formally known as meteorology, from the Greek for “meatier paycheck” — isn’t an exact science, but it’s not right that my horoscope is more accurate than the 3-day forecast. We can put a man on the moon, create computers that do thousands of calculations per second while costing less than a big screen TV, and put cherries inside chocolate without the juice leaking out, yet we can’t say with better than a 25% probability whether it will rain six hours from now. This just isn’t right.

   Luckily in some countries they’re doing something about it. Last month the head of the Romanian National Meteorology Agency was fired for predicting warm weather on days when — whoops! — the temperature dropped to a record minus 36C and the Black Sea froze. In Russia, the mayor of Moscow says he’ll fine weather forecasters who blow it. This came after the city had its heaviest snowfall since record-keeping began in the 19th century but — whoops again! — the weather forecasters hadn’t been able to predict when it would hit or how much snow they’d get.



We don’t care about isobars and inverted fronts, we want to know if we need to carry an umbrella and wear a jacket. But somewhere along the line weatherpeople were told that their viewers have the IQ of a remote control with a dead battery.
   It’s not as if TV weatherpeople are stupid. Quite the contrary. Remember, they’re the ones with the cushy job, not you and me. Most of them went to college to study meteorology, which means they spent five or six of the best years of their life taking courses like Silly Weather System Names 201, Inane Banter 405, and Advanced Clowning Techniques. See, they figure that if they’re entertaining enough it will take our minds off the rain that’s about to wash away our house and car when just a few hours ago they said it would be sunny and warm for the rest of the week. They joke around, draw cute pictures on their weather maps, and generally act as if this is a steppingstone to getting a late night talk show. After all, it worked for David Letterman.

   In amongst all this they manage to show off some of the latest technology, including satellite photos, Doppler radar, computer imaging, and those weather maps that zoom around like bad video games, making you glad you copped those airsickness bags from the plane even though you thought they were doggie bags for your mini-pretzels. Yet for all their weather charts, reporting stations — that’s right, get those elementary school kids to do your work for you! — barometers, hygrometers, anemometers, and divination of chicken entrails, they still use professional help, though maybe not the kind we think they should be getting. Every TV station subscribes to several weather forecasting services, like the National Weather Service, AccuWeather, and Madame Gloria’s Psychic Hotline and Spanish Delicatessen. The weatherperson’s job, actually, is to cull through these and, using some of that college education, choose which forecast they think will be right. So it turns out that not only is their forecast usually wrong, so is their choice of which forecasting service to believe. Remind me not to listen to their stock tips.



They could take a tip from the English, where the daily weather predictions in the newspaper include such true-life phrases as "bright start, then outbreaks of rain" and "freshening southeast winds."

   Choosing the forecast isn’t the only part of their job that’s difficult. Night after night they have to try to find something new and fresh to say. Face it, there are a limited number of weather conditions — sun, clouds, rain, snow, sleet, hail, and wind — and between a 0 and 100% chance of each happening. Since we’ve long heard all the possible permutations, they’re stuck trying their damnedest to get excited about things like a heat wave in August and a cold snap in January. Excuse me, but isn’t that what happens in August and January?

   Meteorology is a science, and as with all sciences, it’s can be very technical. So another part of the weatherperson’s job is to translate that jargon into language we all understand. Face it, we don’t care about isobars and inverted fronts, we want to know if we need to carry an umbrella and wear a jacket. But somewhere along the line weatherpeople were told that their viewers have the IQ of a remote control with a dead battery, which is why they make up new weather words (thunderboomers), create their own catchphrases (Frank’s Frigid Front Flows Freely), and generally act like Willard Scott, which wouldn’t be so bad except they act like him during his pre-weatherman days as Bozo the Clown.

   They should take a tip from the British, where the daily weather predictions in the newspaper include such true-life phrases as “bright start, then outbreaks of rain” and “freshening southeast winds.” Don’t these sound infinitely more refined? Though to be honest, the writer could have been wearing a red rubber nose while typing them for all I know.

   Maybe we should quit griping about weatherpeople — or at least I should — and just learn from them. “There’s a 50% chance of getting that hamburger the way you want it,” would really take the pressure off fast food workers. And personally, being able to say “Doppler radar indicates this article will be partly funny with a chance of light drivel followed by periods of clearing and gusts of hot blustery air” would really get me off the hook. Now if I can only find a way to make the silly ties and hair spray tax deductible.

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