Burning Man "culture" has nothing to do with the creature comforts people choose to bring for the their week on the playa, nor any other ridiculous, arbitrary thresholds concocted by clueless, burnier-pretentiousness-than-thou morons who infect this event and forum.
Good point, and I agree, however just like doggies had to go away and the drive by shooting galleries, the event is changing so It appears sacrifices have to be made and rules have to be put into place. Some of these ridiculous, arbitrary thresholds are just that, but necessary anyway. I mean, I could hang in a double-wide all day and then walk around in my t-shirt and jeans at night shitting in the middle of the esplanade if I wanted to right? Maybe jump in front of cyclists at night in a black ninja suit if that's my thing? Doesnt sound like fun to ME, but to some, saying that they can't do that stuff may be crossing what they consider to be a valuable freedom of choice. I mean if the culture has nothing to do with what people bring to the playa, in every sense, then what exactly DOES it have to do with?
One thing I find very interesting, is the ongoing theme here that it seems alot of these people, such as the technically proficient mshaman, seem to be associating the RV with the RV'er, as if they are one entity. As if there is no way you would ever go out there without one. I keep thinking of the guy I had a conversation with outside Bruno's, post burn. I saw him kiss his hardtail chopper after vigorously polishing it. "Beautiful bike sir, where did you ride it from?" "Southern Cali" "You're kidding me right? You rode that up here from SoCal with nothing but that bed roll and a tool kit?" "Yep" "That's amazing!" "Why is that amazing? What else would I need?"
Or a hitchhiker I picked up on the way out to the burn, he had a small backpack, I met him hiking up an on-ramp in Wyoming. Chuck was a man of few words so the things he did say seemed to have so much more weight than your average Joe. Three remarks I remember from Chuck. After parking on the main drag in Salt Lake one night, we got out of the truck to go into a bar for dinner and a drink and I said "Don't you wanna put your pack in the cab of the truck so it doesn't get grabbed Chuck?" he replied "What for? There ain't nothing in there". Two days later, while soaking in the hotel hot tub, just before he was gonna start hoofing it toward Idaho and I was about to head into the desert, I said, "Chuck you gotta try this jacuzzi out, It does wonders". He looked me and said, "If I get in there, I won't get out". When pressed for the real reason he wouldn't get in, he looked me dead in the eye and as serious as serious could be said "I already dun told ya, if I get in there, I ain't gettin out". The third was the best. I had grown fond of Chuck so when it came time for him to go west and me north, I said to him, "Chuck, as a gift to you, I'd like to buy you a ticket to Burning Man, your welcome to come and camp with me" Chuck said to me "What in the world would I wanna spend $300 for to go out in the middle of the desert and act like an asshole? I could do that anytime I want fer free!" He smiled and closed the door, thanked me for the ride, and started walking to Idaho. I tried to give him a cop style maglight but he complained it was too heavy so I convinced him to take a small lightweight hand cranked variety which he liked alot.