I was in Toronto a few years back just after some idiot liberal judge up there declared that women's breasts weren't technically sex organs, so they could be displayed openly. There happened to be a gay and lesbian pride parade in town the day I was there, so naturally, being a red-blooded American male, I thought I was going to see something of interest.
Indeed. I'm still recovering from seeing droopy-breasted women in cut off fatigue shorts and combat boots, with spiked purple hair, walking openly down the street, making out, and generally acting like sailors on a drunk. Therapy hasn't helped.