When did winter storms become news events of mass hysteria? New York City and the eastern seaboard are apoplectic about the storm arriving, tomorrow. Seriously, when I was growing up, a snowstorm was something to get excited about, but it didn’t paralyze us. This was the kind of conversation we had about the weather in 1985: You: There’s gonna be snow, tomorrow. Me: Yep. I wonder if there’ll be school? Today, we’re having conversations like this: You: (panting and sweating) Have you gotten your emergency supply kit together? Me: (running away and shouting back at you) I’m running to get the last crank-operated DVD player at Best Buy. I called and they’re holding it for me. Ain’t no way I’m living through this cataclysmic storm without watching the box set of the last season of LOST, which I haven’t even taken out of the cellophane because I’ve been such a Hulu addict since I got the box set. So, sorry. Gotta run. I’ve already got two kegs of mineral water and I’ve stocked up on …