“Storm Emma!” Andrew cried. “Who names a storm ‘Emma’? In the Nineteenth century it was novels and now it’s weather fronts!” He slammed the magazine on the table and turned on the television. I wasn’t sure if He was speaking to me or not.
Andrew’s ire may have been misplaced, but he had a point. Why do meteorologists anthropomorphise storms in this manner? Is the implication that humans are just as destructive as storms? I am sure we could identify them some other way—any inanimate noun would do the trick, even ice-cream flavours would provide ironic comedy.
“Cookies and Cream has caused unparalleled destruction on the East coast, with thousands of people having to be evacuated from their homes…”