I'm the Dean of Students

at STFU.

While Halloween tourists (gawkers, B&T'ers, thugs) have been blamed (by many and me) for the downfall of the Castro community Halloween, too often domestic SF tourists are general douche-bags all year 'round.

Working where I do, and living where I do, I would say that I help out someone with a map or looking lost every other day, if not daily. Look, SF'ers are nice folks. We're happy to be here, and happy you've come to share the love. But if if have come to this bastion of freedom with your ignorance and bigotry "social conservatism," all we ask is that you either (A) open your mind a little bit to ideas which may not fit into your comfortable preconceptions; or (B) shut the fuck up.

Follow that simple rule and we're very gracious hosts.

Start mouthing off about the dirty northern Californians and "all the faggots," and your stay might become less than pleasant.

No one is forcing you to be here, so don't let the bridge hit you on your way out.

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From MetroBlogging SF:

A co-worker who lives in Half Moon Bay told me this story. She was at the Three-Zero Cafe at the little airport there -- evidently a hangout even for non-aviating locals. A couple of tourists were loudly talking with each other -- "broadcasting," as my co-worker put it -- in negative tones, all the usual stereotypes about northern California -- the liberals, the gays, and so on, as if someone had suddenly turned on one of those conservative radio talk stations. After everyone in the place had endured this for a time, the owner came over to their table and asked, "You're not from around here, are you??" and when they proudly said no, he slapped the bill on their table and said he was sorry they weren't comfortable there but hoped they'd soon find someplace more to their liking.

And in the comments:

Reminds me of a time I was having lunch with a friend down at Fisherman's Warf. Two drawling out-of-towners were making all kinds of off color remarks about all the, "fucking faggots in this town." My friend (6'6", 250 lbs. of genuine sweetness) leaned over to their table and asked, "hey... has some fag ever done something really awful to you to make you say that sort of stuff?"

The kid, taken aback by the question, stammered out a, "well... no..."

To which my friend replied, "well, unless you want one to right now, you might want to shut the fuck up."