Throw in a Scientology siren, underage cocktail gulpers, and a couple plowed society babes with fiercely straightened fright wigs and outta-hand cheekbones and ya got yerself a mayor! All we need are some flesh-eating pigs and anesthesia-free surgery to dub this the return of the wild, wild, perhaps very wild, especially when tanked, west a Deadwood of sorts, if that didn't imply a kind of flaccid fumbling. Nonetheless, let's call it the latest in a grand tradition of San Francisco's romantic and sexual politico-explorers from days of yore from Harvey Milk to Willie Brown that we have Mayor Gavin Newsom finally unchained from his legal-eagle Victoria's Secret model missus and free to allegedly cruise Cow Hollow's finer drinking establishments after hours, as rumor has long had it. Oh, the list is long and ever growing: encompassing the CSI: Miami starlet and the city mag editor eager to vet her boy's cover pic alike. Now comes the real test of testosterone: whether Newsom can summon that ironclad Clintonesque charm to weather the latest scandal. My question for the Gavinator: what are you doing for Valentine's Day?
Pros: The ever-changing cast of hotties at parties and photo ops sure dresses up society pages. No more tacky Harper's Bazaar fashion spreads. Plenty of heavily gelled, aerodynamic-looking helmet hair. The notion of a Scientologist mayor clears rooms. We can now use that hallowed line, "Is that your Plump Jack or are you just excited to see me?" Feeling privy to the secret life of frat boys. He's never boring.
Cons: Kennedy comparisons are starting to grate. Clinton comparisons are starting to chafe. And there's too much chafing in general. The ever-changing cast of hotties is starting to resemble a sale crowd riding the revolving door at Neiman. Paris Hilton?! And we won't be shocked to see Britney Spears stumbling out of a mayoral Four Seasons suite next. He's so predictably not boring that it's starting to get tiresome. (Kimberly Chun)
You see them everywhere but mainly on the Muni and at medical marijuana rallies. Some of them look saintly but a little crazed, as if they see a spaceship in your hair. Others resemble your sexy-yet-matronly high school French teacher, smiling indulgently but always ready to rap your knuckles with a day-old baguette if you get your future perfects wrong. Still others seem like they can't wait to explode with rage at ... well, anything, really. All of them are lovable in a historical light. When they're off their meds not so much. They're living monuments to the golden age of free love, and, as medical science advances and rent-control laws stand, they're not going away anytime soon. (Can young people afford to move here anymore anyway?) They also have a world of sensual knowledge to impart.
Pros: Mother figures, father figures, lusty lovers, spiritual guides these Baudelairean kickers against the pricks can do it all and they bake a mean hash brownie to get it all started. Plus: years of experimentation have made them freaky. You may have to crank up the solar defibrillator, but they're experts in how to "get your motor running."
Cons: Occasional bad-trip flashbacks. Always slightly wary. Strawberry-scented oxygen tanks. Pillow talk = Allen Ginsberg stories. Hairy. Half tantric. Forgot if they put out candles. Ponytail or braid can get caught in teeth. (Marke B.)
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