…but buns are also a problem for Supervisor Scott Wiener(Stonefree: Who is the patron saint of headline writers anyway? I’d offer up a prayer of thanks and write this one: “Wiener Says to Wrap Weenies”), as this story for SFGate relates:
San Francisco, September 7, 2011 — “San Francisco will once again be the butt (Stonefree: kudos to Gate writer Rachel Gordon)of national ridicule – or a beacon of freedom of expression – depending on your point of view. The latest issue?
Supervisor Scott Wiener introduced legislation Tuesday that would require nudists
to put something under their bottoms if they take a seat in public and to cover up when they’re in a restaurant…”
When I was a kid if you wanted to see naked women, you went to the Follies on Third Street. Locker rooms for naked men.
As for tolerance, if I were so foolish as to show my wrinkled bum in public in the City of St. Francis, I would suffer snickers at worst, but a bumper sticker for a Republican candidate would invite near certain vandalism. I visit SF now and then, and enjoy it, but I don’t miss the city, even after spending more than twenty years there. Just before I left for good some ten years ago, I ran my last Bay to Breakers. There were some naked guys at the start line, and they were clearly, um, pleased to be naked. It gets a bit much.
Although not that much in most cases. Consider coverage of last June’s naked bike ride in SF, by Zombie, a trenchant observer of Bay Area weirdness. Without actually counting( but I’m pretty good at estimating and quantitative thinking) the score was: schlongs,1; teenies, around 30. And as to my personal preference, none at all; but hey, it’s San Francisco.
The story’s mention of Supervisor Wiener leads me to digress a bit, but still on the subject of man-wurst, you have to feel a bit sorry for Rep. Anthony Weiner. Early on his was faced with a difficult choice, The German diphthong “ei” is pronounced “eye,” Hence, it’s Barbara Streye-sand, not Stree-sand. Yet some choose the long “e” sound, although rendered “ie” in German, as in people named Stein pronouncing their name “Steen.”
So, as a lad the unfortunate congressman was faced with the choice of being either whiny, or a weenie. Events proved him to be both, but he will be remembered for the latter. As for the Supervisor, I can see his reelection slogan, given his strong stand on this issue: “Wiener’s no Weenie!” This would no doubt give his opponents the willies.