Bouncer Redux

Katy St. Clair got a bunch of hate mail in last week's SF Weekly for her previous "Bouncer" column in which she dared to question gay men's musical taste, based on the bland, formulaic, so-not-rock-and-roll music that is played in typical gay clubs. I thought she had a good point. And this week's "Bouncer" is really good, too. And really funny.

"No one wants to drink alone. Except George Thorogood."

"I was like a ronin grandma: I get to play with kids and then hand them over to their parents after about 40 minutes."

"All of this reuniting was of course facilitated by Facebook, that site we all love to hate, but check several times daily."

There's a part about how good babies smell, which includes this:

David's 11-year-old daughter thought this was weird. "He doesn't smell good!" she laughed.

"Oh, indeed he does," I said, like a wise old sage on the mountaintop. "When you get older, you take the time to stop and smell the babies." She nodded, no doubt edified by my wisdom.

Read the whole column here.