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There was a time when talking about the weather seemed pretty harmless. Now people are betting on it. “Bettors seeking to cash in on the weekend’s snowstorm flocked to prediction markets to wager millions on how much snow would ultimately accumulate across the U.S., with more than $6 million bet on New York City’s totals alone.” I can’t predict the weather, but the forecast for a world in which everyone is urged to bet on everything is bleak.

+ From the McSweeney’s archive: Tevye From Fiddler on the Roof, Now a Rich Man, Receives a Letter From His Hoa. “The third staircase leading nowhere just for show is a fire hazard.”

+ Hollywood Chamber of Commerce Says Sydney Sweeney Did Not Get Permission to Hang Bras on Hollywood Sign. (I don’t even know what this headline means, but in the before times, I would have probably led with it.)