Having spent almost a decade of my life living on the West Coast, I've come to appreciate its many eccentricities. Namely, I've learned to love its inhabitants' predilection for nudity. Hippies like to be naked, I get that. Aside from being the only place in Canada one would even want to get and stay nude, BC has such a tolerant air. I get the sense that whatever weird, ugly, naked, crunchy thing you want to do, people will totally be cool about it, man. Unless of course you just want to be left alone.
According to a recent story in the Province, a Vancouver Island nudist was booted from his exclusive nudie club for not socializing. Though ultimately, after legal action, the club agreed to re-admit him, the ousting so tarnished his image, he did not return. The club, referred to as 'family-oriented,' felt this particular member was less participation and more naked hibernation. Now as much as I want to put my two cents in on how perverted I think family-oriented nudity is, the story of a man who just wants people to get off his bare back is far too important.