This is the thermostat in my apartment. It taunts me by having a 'cool' setting that does not work. I lived through four years of college without air, and typically on the top floor of the building which, for all you math types:

High floors = Balls hot


And for the science types:

Hot air rises

And, until this summer, I used to pride myself on 'being a man' and 'taking the heat.' Well, this just isn't true anymore. If it means I get air conditioning then I would gladly wear a skirt around with a little pink bow in my hair. Ok, maybe not the bow, but you get the picture.