Anytime you think tolerance can't go any further, along comes San Francisco . . .
The naked truth, it seems, is that San Francisco is once again going to emerge as a city ripe for ridicule -- or a beacon of free expression -- depending on your point of view. The latest issue? Public nudity.
Supervisor Scott Wiener will introduce legislation today intended to get to the bottom of the gross-out factor when it comes to public nudity.
His proposal would require people who bare all for all to see to at the very least place a towel or like item underneath them when they sit down. The proposed restrictions also would require nudists to cover up before they enter a restaurant.
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Wiener represents the Castro District, where over the last year it has become increasingly common to see guys au natural (except, perhaps, for donning a pair of sneakers or flip-flops) walking down the street or gathering in the popular plaza at Market and 17th streets.
City officials have, for the most part, kept hands off the naked guys, not wanting to offend those who embrace an anything-goes culture of tolerance that has made San Francisco famous.
I have to carry my own towel around to sit down on? I have to put on clothes to enter a restaurant? Fascist thugs. What can you expect from someone named Wiener?
And all we get for all that tolerance is the spectacle of pizza-breath guys strolling around in nothing but flip-flops? Talk about a waste of a good concept.
