You're a guy looking for Ms. Right in the personals, and you have to sort through cross-dre$$ing, tr@nsgendered, questioning, pre-op or post-op former gentlemen.You see bathrooms labeled "His," "Hers" and "Others."You celebrate Father's Day by laying a wreath for an unknown donor at the local biotech lab.Casual Friday has been replaced by Clothing-Optional Friday, and nudity is encouraged each year when roughly 50,000 runners, costumed thrill seekers, beer guzzlers and streakers hit the streets for the annual Bay to Breakers race.The city government, with a budget of $5 billion -- larger than nearly 40 out of 50 states -- can't balance its checkbook and still complains that the taxes for corporations and the rich aren't high enough.The name of your child's second-grade teacher is Flipper, and he has more nose rings and bloody body piercings than a bull in Tijuana after the bullfight. The only Republicans you know are President Bush and your deer-hunting uncle in Minnesota, and you hate 'em both.You think "Alice in Wonderland" should be in the nonfiction section of the bookstore.You think that the rest of America is replete with a bunch of screwed-up hillbillies, factory workers, farmers, hunters and veterans -- and that their only redeeming quality is that they pay taxes for the many social programs you, an unemployed artist, can enjoy.
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