What's goin on?

Yesterday was a beautiful day. So, naturally, Jen and I took the kids to a Gay Pride festival.

That's not exactly how it happened. We went to a park, and the playground was sectioned off from the festive festival by a huge rainbow flag.


Apparently, this event is a pretty big deal. It had some very well-known sponsors, including one of the casinos in Vancouver. AND HSBC, which really shouldn't matter but has had the effect of making me much more nervous while I'm hanging out in the den with the blinds open. In my head, I know that the HSBC building knows I'm straight and wouldn't like, you know, LEER at me, but I've started wearing long pants during the day.

These were the hosts of the festival. It's important to go to this type of stuff to shatter the stereotypes that you build up in your head about groups of people. For example, I had always just assumed that gay guys had impeccable senses of style. But it turns out that they will show up at an important, well-sponsored festival that they are hosting in a floor length denim skirt.




The entertainment at the festival consisted almost entirely of people of one gender dressing up as the other gender and lip-synching to music. This was horribly offensive to me, not because I have a huge problem with people in drag, but because I have a huge problem being asked to applaud for people who have no discernible talent.

These are girls dressed up as guys. Notice the short hair and thin beards and mustaches. MANLY! They didn't even dance or lip-synch. They mostly just strutted around and pushed each other, which is actually pretty much spot-on for how guys act, except we like to have snacks.


Shelton and Hughston didn't notice what was going on on the other side of the colorful flag. Shelton likes the monkey bars.


I tried to write a little caption for this picture, but given the subject of the majority of this post, I couldn't bring myself to type one. I'm open to suggestions.