San Francisco is often depicted as a bastion of enlightened progressive hippie vegans on bicycles, or sometimes as a queer and glittering island, raft with Prius-driving smug self-righteous liberals who rapture in the smell of their own farts. If only that were true. All of us who live here know that the local reality is a bit more of a curious and complicated dichotomy.
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About Rhonda Winter
