PSFK visits the annual costumed race and pub crawl in New Orleans.

In New Orleans we hardly need an excuse to get together to eat, drink and make fais do do.  Undeterred by sweltering heat, torrential downpours, hurricanes (or other acts of government failure), weekly festivals are curated around virtually every custom, historic episode and potentially edible swamp critter.  But  perhaps the single most compelling reason for New Orleanians to gather in large numbers is the opportunity to costume — especially if that costume is a woman’s dress worn by a man.  The reason for this might be found in an attempt by a local writer to assign some weight to our predilection toward disguise, describing Mardi Gras ‘as the one time each year when we remove our masks.’ More to the point, it could be that ‘New Orleans men are simply less terrified of appearing publicly in a dress.’

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