Big Brother (or at Least Big Mother) Embraces Dallas

My story about the creeping nanny state in Dallas is up on the web.

This is not the more important story I’ve ever written — I’ve investigated police misconduct, unsolved murders, and game-changing business innovations over the years — nor is it the most humorous. But far and away it’s the kind of story I’ve wanted to write for as long as I can remember, and one that most captures who I am.

Jacob Sullum, a friend and an editor at Reason magazine, best summarizes the piece:

In the latest issue of D magazine, Trey Garrison explores some of Dallas’ more intrusive, arbitrary, and puzzling regulations. Garrison, who quotes me and notes that Dallas ranked 17th on Radley Balko’s list of “the worst nanny-state cities in America,” laments “the wussification of Dallas,” pining for the days when the city was known for its brothels, casinos, and bars where you could smoke—as opposed to nowadays, when Dallasites go to Oklahoma for fun (Indian gambling and cheap liquor). Garrison tests the limits of the city’s tolerance by, among other things, riding a bicycle hands-free, brandishing a toy gun in public, and getting illegally close to a stripper. “Mandatory helmets are only for bike riders,” he notes, “not bikers [i.e., motorcyclists]. Groups of guys in leather on hogs are a more intimidating lobby than groups of guys in spandex shorts.” Speaking of shorts, Dallas has decreed that taxi drivers may not wear them. More, including the lowdown on the legality of requesting a blowjob and the transparent paternalism behind restrictions on convenience store window signs, here.


  1. Matt says:

    Your link to your story is screwed up.

  2. Fixed. Thank you, Matt.

  3. Bear says:

    Dallas is becoming overrun by fluffy bunnies… Sad, very sad.

  4. Bear says:

    Oh, and outstanding article, Trey.

  5. Frank says:

    Good article. I fear we are only in for more of this on both the local and national level. God save us from those who wish to save us!

  6. Steve says:

    The new target for Mother Gubment : salt

    I don’t know how people can stand living on the coasts.