You Have to Admit It’s Funny

I went to graduate school in Washington DC. DC has a significant gay population and hosts a Pride Parade every year (as far as I know).

One of the things I really regret never watching during the Pride festivities were the drag races in Dupont Circle, DC’s gay neighborhood.

Drag racing? In the city?

In our nation’s capitol???

No, silly, not cars.

Drag queens.

Sprinting.

In high heels.

I do not lie:

But my favorite memory of being an amused observer of gay culture was a shirt whose logic and wit really got my admiration. I didn’t buy one because it didn’t apply to me, but I would see them every year and it always made me smile.

If I have to choose between this sort of wit and the leaden dullardry of conservatives, well, that’s no contest.