That may be the strangest headline I’ve ever written. Makes me feel like Lex Luthor or something. Still, reading this Paul Constant piece I’m nodding in agreement.
I’m ordinarily the first person to come to Seattle’s defense when a journalist pokes fun at Seattle’s provincialism. But the answer to your question, Tim, is that there is no defense for this shit. Our city deserves every ounce of ridicule that it gets for tolerating—and even, on the media’s behalf, encouraging—these sad little children LARPing their little-kid fantasies all over the city. This is one case where a little street harassment could do some good; I’d love to see an entire block of Seattleites shouting “GROW UP” at these preening fuckwits as they mosey around feeling good about themselves.
I mean if you want to pretend, go pretend. That’s what your back yard is for, I guess. Or a park, maybe. But when it’s the public, when it’s people who have rights, maybe superheroing around is not helpful.