It’s time to crank out a cartoon for LGBTQ2SAII+ Pride Month, so this year’s topic is the perpetual straight white cisgender sourpuss who gets upset whenever something is not all about him.
We’ve all met the guy. He’s terribly inconvenienced when offered to marcar dos por español (although he’ll happily have another margarita on Cinco de mayo). He voted for Trump to white-out Black History Month. And he’s only going to run into the store for a second, so anyone needing the handicap parking space will just have to hold their horses.
Major League Baseball teams put on a wide variety of special theme nights throughout the season, from movie tie-ins to cancer benefits to every ethnicity and nationality under the sun. If your favorite team doesn't have a Heritage Night celebrating your ancestry, rest assured that somewhere, some other team does.
Well, maybe there's no Tajikistani Heritage Night anywhere, but give the league time.
Anyway, Pride Nights are a staple in June, marking the anniversary of the Stonewall Riots. Naturally, people who hate gays hate Pride Nights.
I’ve only been to one Pride Night at the Brewers. We didn’t buy our tickets through the special promotion, so we didn’t get the promotional tee-shirts, although I did buy a cap with a rainbow “M” logo.
I even made it onto the Jumbotron during an Everybody Get Up And Dance between late innings. My better half is a better dancer than I, but he happened to be off talking to a cousin in another section of the stands, so I had the screen all to myself. (Well, the Cardinals fans behind me stooped down to get on camera, too.)
It ain’t easy to dance like nobody’s watching when everybody is watching.
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