At the last company I worked for before retiring, HR invited the entire company to come to a milk and cookies social one afternoon. Milk and cookies — sounds odd, doesn’t it?
It was “Harvey Milk Day.” (he was the murdered homo supe in San Fran).
That was over the top and I was glad to leave not long after that.
Who was a big fanboi, if not actual homo lover, of the Reverend Jim Jones.