Several weeks ago, I wrote an article about proposed legislation being introduced in San Francisco regarding naked dining. Apparently, walking around SF is perfectly legal, and, fortunately, confined to the Castro District where old ugly guys seem to feel compelled to shed their clothes and walk around au naturel. Yuck.
Anyway, good news for every sane person left in SF or those choosing to visit that city. You can’t dine naked and if you’re going to sit down in public in the nude, you have to cover the seat.
Last weekend, my husband and I saw Fiddler on the Roof – a wonderful play about one man’s struggle to maintain religious and social traditions in a world that’s changing all around him.
I couldn’t help but wonder how far we’ve fallen as a society that traditional common decency – requiring people to wear clothing in public – is in jeopardy. How far from traditional thinking are some people in SF that the local government has to enact a law which forbids them to dine in public in the nude.
It’s absolutely mind boggling to me. I just don’t get it.
