Yesterday, while attempting to sort out my bank account down at my local Bank of America on Powell Street, I heard a brass band playing while walking down the street. Intrigued, and always keen for some live music I wandered over to get a better look at these musicians. To my surprise, it turned out to be some sort of free will protest about nudity:
One passer by said to his friend, "Welcome to San Francisco."
I mean, it's not the normal thing to see as you do your shopping on Market Street, a bunch of naked men and women protesting, but I had to give them props for no shame. There were at least 10 of them, completely naked and dancing to the band. It was kind of like those nightmares you have when you're in High School that you turn up to school without your pants on.
However much I wasn't loving the old people nakedness, I think they did have a point in that nudity doesn't have to have such a massive taboo around it.
Just as the crowd around them was dispersing, an African American lady wandered through the middle of the protest yelling, "There's fucking kids around, they don't want to see your fucking dicks and shit. I have kids, put some fucking clothes on. I'll come over there and fuck you up." Now I feel she may have defeated her original purpose with her objection. Her poor kids must have a spectacular vocabulary.
I don't think it necessarily hurts children to see the same bits and pieces that they have put on show, but the swear words are a product of the meaning we as a society attribute to them. The protest was peaceful, happy and harmless (they had a band, come on!), and yet the woman who objected to it was clearly very angry and hostile about it.
Which brings me to my point, which is worse in your books? The nudity or the swearing? I was torn between which offended me more or less really (not that either truly offended me as such!).
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