Yesterday was Easter, which in San Francisco means it's time for the Hunky Jesus Contest in Dolores Park and the chance to watch Monty Python's deliberately-offensive -to-all-Christians The Life of Brian at the Red Vic.
Part of me thinks both events are pretty hilarious. But just as much of me finds the in your face-ness of it all to be thoroughly lame.
On the political scale I'm pretty far left, and in religious matters I take a "to each their own" stance. The evangelical Christian fervor of my childhood is many years old by now, and seems surreal more than an actual part of my history.
And so SF's rebelliousness should resonate with me. But it does not. For after a while, forced rebellion loses its power and degenerates into a tedious and tepid set of rituals.
Hence we get hunky Jesus and Mr. Brian on Easter Sunday. Hardy har har.
What I most value, I realize with ever more force, is incisive and original thought. Just make me think, not roll my eyes. SF, is that really so hard?