Ever single snowflake may be one of kind, but they all make the same miserable tiny puddle on my synthetic fleece Old Navy sweatshirt. Oh no, I’m not in snow right now. Quite frankly, not ever. Well, OK. Sometimes. Even so, why would I be on the computer getting snowed on? (Maybe it’s because I sit on the computer getting rained on, but I digress.) Don’t be too full of yourself, snowflake. An exquisite, oft-replicated expression of nature may be nothing more than someone’s evaporated, frozen pit-sweat.