Now that the Pride season is over for myself, I have taken a little time for reflection. Ahhh, the memories. Rainbow flags, drag queens, glitter, dance music, proud parents, sunscreen, sunburns and everything in between. There is one thing that I can’t seem to wrap my head around though. It’s something I’ve been pondering. A question without an answer. So I put it to you dear reader to help explain to me the reasonings why. Let me paint you a picture.
You start your summer Pride diet when there is still snow on the ground, anxious about losing those extra winter pounds before your shirt comes off.
Tanning begins before the ground thaws. You want to make sure to get a good solid base. A natural healthy bronze that takes months of preparation.
Your gym regime increases. You spend more time on the treadmill, lift heavier weights and drink more protein shakes.
In the weeks leading up to Pride, the Crest white strips go on to ensure that perfect pearly white smile.
You plan your hair cut and/or colouring process around the Pride weekend ensuring the perfect coiffed do for the event.
Waxing and hair removal is done with enough time for the redness and ingrowns to be taken care of.
The outfits are chosen. Partly for style, partly for practicality, but always with a lot of thought.
Finally, the big day arrives. You are there! You are feeling sexy! You have never looked better! All those months of hard work and planning have paid off!
Why, at the festival, would you then feel it’s a good idea to stand in line and order yourself a big-messy-gets-stuck-in-your-teeth boiled CORN ON THE COB???
I don’t understand.
