In Which I Bitch About Pride Weekend
It’s pride weekend in San Francisco. I know what you are thinking, hey, it must be a Tuesday, right? In my selfishness, I am annoyed by Pride Weekend. Traffic, drunk people, large crowds. One year I went to the parade and it was three and a half hours long.
The point of my bitching is that I am glad I live in a place where I can have the privilege of being annoyed at Pride. I can certainly imagine how attending Pride would feel to someone who lives in a small town in Kentucky. But to me, I am staying far, far away from the crowds.