The ever-friendly (and still child-free) Andy Towle points to a Gay City News columnist who complains that changing demographics are putting the kibbosh on Fire Island's traditional debauche:
And there are too many blasted kids! Toddlers seem to have now replaced Vuitton and King Charles spaniels as the perfect accessory, and I was horrified to see two little girls enjoying their Shirley Temples, or whatever, at the bar of the Sip & Twirl. Strollers threatened to turn Fire Island Boulevard into Columbus Avenue.So a bitter old queen whines into his glass about the kids these days. Can someone who's been to Fire Island tell me how this is different from before?