Today Soo and I dropped our pants and walked across the Sydney Harbour Bridge. It was wonderfully exciting, but not because we were going commando. In fact, we were surrounded by people who had similarly dropped trou before the crossing. Several of those did seem a bit befuddled by the whole thing, terribly unsettled by all these “trouser-less shenanigans.” Thank you for joining us, Stupid Tourists. It embarrasses me to admit that so often in my travels, when I encounter a group addlebrained, self-absorbed dolts, they’re American. (I even once invented a country and claimed to be from it, so embarrassed was I by my countrymen. Unsurprisingly, a ... [Read More]