As an Arizona girl born and raised, hot summer weather never used to phase me. But as a recent New York transplant: I. Am. Dying. I’m such a light weight when it comes to humidity, so my solution for the past few days has been to throw on the most breathable layers possible — oh and yes, chop off my hair. So maybe one strategy is a little more extreme than the other, but at this point, I’ll do anything short of moving to Antarctica to stay cool.