Poor weathermen. They’ve got to be up there with us journalists for the most criticized profession.
And these days, with our cold, wintry spring yet lack of snow, bashing weathermen has become as popular as bashing Congress or saying you don’t like Carly Rae Jepsen’s song “Call Me, Maybe” but secretly listening to it when no one is around.
The weathermen are never right, people say. They have the only job where it’s okay to be wrong half of the time (I hear some palm readers aren’t all that accurate, though—but I digress). They sensationalize everything to make money. Blah blah blah.
I have the same problem with these criticisms that I do with most criticisms of doctors. As a society, we’ve bought into the myth that The Scientific Method has allowed us to learn Everything There Is to Know, and when we don’t have the answer to something, we get mad.
Weather forecasting is a difficult and imprecise art, but still a worthwhile one when compared to life before weather forecasting. How often today does a hurricane, blizzard or major thunderstorm hit without any prior warning? Sure, weathermen sometimes predict storms that don’t materialize, but it’s better to warn residents of the possibility. And even when they are right, they don’t get the credit, such as the correct prediction that Hurricane Sandy would slam into New York.
So give your weathermen a break. They’re breaking their backs, wandering into the elements to give those Weather Channel hurricane reports and provide the best weather information they can for you to plan your day. And they’re doing it all for you.