46 Degrees - Its That Time of Year....

Its 46 degrees outside right now. And in the South of End, that can only mean one thing: Burberry scarf season. Last winter, a friend and I used to amuse ourselves by counting the number of Burberry scarves we'd witness in one South End outing. One day we hit almost 30.

Here's the thing: like the South End itself, they are over. Aside from being completely unoriginal, their status as a staus symbol has diminished to almost nothing. (Note: the rest of the Burberry line is quite nice and respectable - its just those damn scarves). Anyone who has been to the Big Apple knows that Burberry scarf knock-offs are available on almost every streetcorner for about $5 a pop (best of all, the knock offs come in my fave material, polar fleece!! No more itchy wool!!). Moreover, in London (where the brand originated), Burberry scarves have now been relegated to bus drivers, construction workers and janitors at best. As my British friends said, "Only yobs wear them now."

Yobs and Bostonians....

The Long Kiss Goodnight....

I was out to dinner with 5 other gay men the other night. As we stopped at my favorite (and most pretentious!!) corner in the South End (Tremont & Waltham), we said our gay goodbyes, and like all homos everywhere, each of us gave each a hug and a kiss goodnight. We were appalled by the shocked expressions from the Ugg-wearing "trendsetters" staring at us through the windows of the Butcher Shop. You would think we had given each other a big juicy group blowjob by the looks on their suburban/Back Bay/Beacon Hill faces. Don't guys kiss each other goodnight in Attleboro or Marshfield or wherever they're coming from?

I remember a day not long ago when a kiss goodnight between two homos in the South End was de rigeur and shocking to no one. In fact, prior to the Butcher Shop, a great gay little restaurant named "Rave" occupied that spot, and before that, a gay coffee shop called "Mildred's."

Its enough to make me just want to run home and not even consider buying an heirloom tomato at Plum Produce!!

Peach of a Neighbor....

Guess which ultra-pretentious South End restaurant-cum-high-end-produce-shop has been allegedly unloading deliveries by having their delivery people rest crates on the hoods and trunks of parked cars by day? I'm not mentioning any names, but if you have one of those plum parking spaces near the corner of Tremont and Waltham Streets, you'd better check for scratches.

Its bad enough that those of us living in the neighborhood have to deal with maniacal valet parkers double and triple parking at that intersection on weekends. Its even worse that we are subjected to all sorts of visual insults when we have to witness the Uggh-clad B.U. students stepping out of those cars to dine there. Now these yuppie purveyors of all things pretentious (ooooh, you have heirloom tomatoes!!) are really showing what great neighbors they are. They get the rotten heirloom tomato award.