SantaCon (in which people dress up as Santa and roam from bar to bar getting shit-pantsed drunk) is a raucous, inebriated celebration in many cities—especially Portland (continuing this Saturday, Dec 15 as well as Dec 22). HOWEVER! The backlash has begun, at least in NYC, where Gothamist is waging a war against this vomity holiday tradition. From Laughing Squid:
This year, Gothamist has issued a SantaCon warning stating that “New York City will once again be under siege by drunken frat boys on a mission to fulfill their favorite Christmas-themed date rape fantasies” (a reference to the large amount of SantaCon-related sexual harassment claims). They urge people to either stay indoors or leave town. To help local establishments combat trouble from intoxicated Santas, Eater NY has created three different “No Drunk Santas” signs, which can be downloaded at their site.
Here’s one of the signs:
- Courtesy Eater NY
Are these Scroogey prudes just being a bunch of Scroogey prudes? I know I just did a “Condemn or Allow?” poll yesterday, but the world needs to know whether Portland condemns or allows this anti-drunk Santa hysteria.
We’ve given downtown to the drunken douchebags already, why should it matter now? Let them get their rage on there.
Sometimes I look at stuff like this and think “is our society really this bored?”
“…Christmas-themed date rape fantasies…”
wow. how embarrassing to even be the same species as these fucks.
Condemn! Every year NW 21st gets even more douchey when Bros from the suburbs dress like Santa and invade my neighborhood.
Santas doing fun stuff in the afternoon, like playing games in Waterfront Park, confusing shoppers, etc: Allow.
Santas getting drunk and obnoxious when the fratboy elements turn up later in the day: Condemn.
As opposed to the douches that are already on NW21rst? Don’t see the difference.
Right, the two dozen drunk assholes already at the bar were behaving just fine, then the drunk santas fucked it all up with their suburban shenanigans.
Oh, and Pub Crawler now means DudeBro Rapist. Gotcha.
I prefer roving bands of drunken Satans, scares the old folks even more.