|Celebrations in Seattle: Posse's on Broadway, indeeeeeed.
||[Nov. 9th, 2008|11:53 am]
HP Liberal Bitches
The context here is that a) Seattle is liberal and b) Seattle is generally apathetic. 'Seattle', in this case, meaning the actual city, NOT Bellevue or Redmond or Boeing or Microsoft but the Queen Anne Hill and Capitol Hill and Belltown neighborhoods, populated by large groups of young, hip, trendy, often-queer, beautiful, consumerist people, who pay too much for rent and way, way too much for martinis and all have A Purpose. The Stranger is their newspaper, that reflects in its simultaneous love and loathing for all that surrounds it their casual yet passionate attitude about everything that surrounds them.
I lived in Capitol Hill for three brief months, and loved it dearly. Dearly. Miss it terribly while stuck in this small town in the middle of nowhere.
So when I found the following, I flat-out cried.
From The Stranger's blog post on November 4th (well, okay, Nov 5th at 00:50 hours):
"These blocks are awash in red and blue, and there are riot cops at the perimeter, but everyone’s drinking in the street—PBR, wine, bottles of champagne—and the police don’t care.
"Someone climbs a lamppost, stands on a WALK/DON’T WALK sign on one side and something else on the other side, and starts waving an American flag."
"There are fireworks, there is a rousing rendition of the national anthem led by a drag queen on the roof of Neighbours [a huge queer danceclub] and sung by everyone in the street, and there are riot police looking on peacefully. One is asked, 'Have you ever seen anything like this?' and he responds, 'It’s peaceful! It’s peaceful!'"
[Oh, ps, the subject line is a reference to a Sir-Mix-A-Lot song, because said Sir is from--and still resides in, last time I checked--Seattle, and the reference in the song is indeed to the place pictured.