You have to love any ritualistic gay debauch-athon that subtly riffs on Nazi iconography for its marketing, don’t you? Don’t you???
And interestingly, as gays find a place at the table, there’s still a niche for those who want to leather it up, swagger around, and drop to their knees in a legendary ballroom, partying till they collapse the next day and are carted back to Iowa in a bodybag.
But anything that tees off the masses is OK with me, so I say bring on the loud music, the buzzed gays, and the reckless raunch. It’ll be fun to see how many Republican senators I can spot in the crowd.