Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.
CP: I was in downtown St. Paul along with thousands of others on May 14, after Guv Dayton signed the gay-marriage thingy. After that spontaneous celebration, today’s Festival of Pride was seeming a bit been-there/done-that. Then along came SCOTUS and its DOMA drubbing. Are you just bursting with Pride in this landmark year?
RN: Totally, because there’s so very much to celebrate. Who knows? I may, after a many-years absence, even attend the Ashley Rukes Pride Parade, although I have absolutely nothing to wear. What about you?
CP: What, Brooks Brothers didn’t issue a rainbow-edition walking short?
RN: Good one.
CP: If any straight man can outshine parade-loving Mayor Rybak, it’ll be this year’s Grand Marshal and ex-Vikings punter, Chris Kluwe.
RN: The screams will be heard all the way to Mound. As they should be. He’s aces. What’s your favorite perennial parade contingent?
CP: The Firm float. Doug Melroe, the gym’s understated perspirer-in-chief, is a genius at making magic out of nothing more than 10 square centimeters of Spandex and a DayGlo swim noodle.
RN: For me, it’s all about the full-throttle roar that is Dykes on Bikes. And the Minnesota Freedom Band’s toe-tapping entertainment. And, of course, the PFLAG contingent. We love them.