You insouciant prats go right from your air-conditioned homes to your air-conditioned cars to your air-conditioned offices, then back again at the end of the day, don't you?
No tossing and turning trying to find the cool spot on the mattress. No desperate calculations of just when or whether it will be less uncomfortable to open the windows to the outside world or keep everything sealed up to try to keep the heat out.
There was a long, long drought in California back in the '70s. Three or four years of little-or-no rain, Santa Ana winds alternating with the marine layer, and every day, the news would talk about how devastating it was for the state's economy, how miserable it was for the state's populace. Of course, as soon as we got a day or two of scattered showers, they'd complain about the "awful weather" and how it would be "nice" again at the end of the week.
That's bad enough in Southern California. The local broadcasters need to understand that, if any of us here thought hot weather was "nice", we wouldn't have moved to San Francisco Bay.