And now it's time for another installment of this perhaps confusing feature, in which we ask those ensconced too cozily in your SF bubbles to take a step back, summon your inner C.W. Nevius, and try to understand why some in this great country of ours (certainly not us!) might look askance at the way we do things here — if not to fully see things from their perspective, at least to find some ironic humor at our own expense. If all of this is too difficult, please refer to our other recurring feature, 7 Reasons to Love San Francisco, and be on your merry way.

Today's edition: those ubiquitous nudists.

While nudity has been a staple of public life in our fair city since at least the mid-60s, and a vital part of some of our most beloved foot races and street fairs, local naturists Lloyd and Rusty sometimes pick funny times and places to wander in the buff. For instance, the Muni protest in March pictured above, or the recent Breast Cancer Walk.