Once again it's time for an installment of this mildly 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 for nothing else than to enjoy an ironic chuckle at our own expense. If all of this seems too difficult, please refer to our other recurring feature, 7 Reasons to Love San Francisco, and be on your merry way.
This week's edition: Burning Man, candy ravers, and how this town is still stuck in the 90s
We've mentioned before how various Haight-Ashbury urchins like to pretend it's still 1969 and people should be giving them food and drugs, but now we turn our attention to a different decade, the 90s, when a new generation discovered psychedelics (namely ecstasy/MDMA) and began throwing big warehouse parties where everyone could sweat together, dance till dawn, and really *feel* the beat of music that they might otherwise have found extremely boring and monotonous.