There’s a pervasive vibe that resonates throughout San Francisco: “people should be able to do whatever they want” (which is fine), “and without judgment” (which is ridiculous). Sure, you can be a topless grown man who chooses to wear purple tights and publicly hula-hoop in broad daylight (true story), but I should be able to ridicule you to my friends.
In New York it’s survival of the fittest: the good looking, socially normal and trend-setting survive while the freaky deviants are relegated to…well, San Francisco. In San Francisco not only do you have the right to be an overly-pierced, tattoo-covered, fleece-clad, patchouli smelling, performing hippy, but we all are expected to accept you – NAY, even encourage your eccentric “unique” behavior.
So yupeat empotor (conservative beware), I pretty sure it’s the law here. Just like having your own blog.