One hundred years ago, the homes of a place reflected the place, in some senses its culture, yes, at least those places not yet culturally homogenized, but more than that, the homes reflected the environment of the place.
Not a single home in the state of Florida was air conditioned, nor in Phoenix, nor Tel Aviv nor Singapore. For most, the source of heat was fire, or steam from fire, boilers and coal and wood stoves.
A body has to keep warm. An old Florida home is made of cinder block, eight inches the depth, with air in the middle. Insulation. Jalousie windows are plentiful, maximizing air flow, the houses built with aspect that knows the winds. At high latitudes, point the house southward, big windows there, capture that summertime sun. Wood stoves, efficient, well placed. The desert, shade, shade, shade, and water to cool the air as it evaporates. Better yet, live there, by the river that still flows, where the air is cooled naturally.
Sleep outside at night.
Now we have refrigerated boxes, every where, with windows that don’t open. Fossil fuel driven (yes, most of that “clean” hahahaha electricity you love so much, it too, comes from the burning of fossil fuels, or the splitting of atoms, most of it, still) furnaces that suck every bit of moisture out of the air and leave a body so dehydrated that even a snowstorm is welcome relief.
Acclimation to climate does not occur, not nearly so readily as it once did, back when we actually had to acclimate to climate. No, we walk in and push the button and voila, the little box adjusts itself to suit us.
Homogenization of human habitat was not a very wise move. We’ll figure that out soon enough, I guess, when there is no AC and the window doesn’t open. We’ll acclimate, adapt, eventually, I guess.