I’ve attended two parades in Salt Lake City this year: Pride and Pioneer.
While the pride parade is more “my people,” the LDS folks really know how to put on a parade. Every entry was a bonafide float, handcart Mormon-cosplay, live music, or something equivalent in effort and creativity.
It makes sense that some of the world’s craftiest people with a beehive work ethic and perfection complexes would put on a good show. No one wants the stake next door to outdo them.
Unfortunately, Chick-fil-A’s float at the Days of ‘47 Parade greatly surpassed the Target truck and employee walk at the Pride Parade.
Pride entries have to step it up. Aside from one or two good floats, most of Pride involved people walking in rainbow-fied, corporate logo T-shirts. I can’t bear another year of furries or the Leather and Kink Club members just walking and holding flags; they need a full-fledged doggie marching band or a bondage float if they ever want a chance of having a regular gal like me join.
Otherwise, based on parade experiences alone, I might just rejoin my former religion.
Mariah Andreasen, Salt Lake City
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