According to SFWeekly Blogs, there’s an event in San Francisco on Sunday from 12 noon to 3PM in
Mission Dolores Park, at Dolores St. & 18th St., called “Go Topless,” and is organized by GoTopless.org, and some group called “the Raelians.”
This blogger really doesn’t care that “Go Topless” is really a stupid publicity stunt for some cult that has enough time to waste getting lost in what reads to be some bong-induced dream where they were poured from an alien scientists’ test tube, and now think their dream applies to all humans. What this blogger cares about is the quality of the boobs that are on the women who choose to go topless in San Francisco on Sunday!
Just one request: please look hot! That’s all I ask.
I still vividly remember that day in Berkeley in years past, where this group of three or four nudists announced they were going to walk down Telegraph Avenue in the buff. They did, and it was massively disappointing: wrinkles, flab, droopiness, and overall just plain yucksville.
Why is it that the people who say they’re going to do that sort of thing more often than not wind up being the people you don’t want to do that sort of thing?
Please. I beg of you. Not this time.
If you’re hot, go topless on Sunday. Otherwise, please spare me.