Escape From LA
After driving through Beverly Hills and gawking at people on Rodeo Drive, after walking along Venice Beach and studying the artificially enhanced inhabitants, one thing has become clear to me:
I hate LA.
Sure, I've seen some nice cars. Now I can even recognize different models of Ferraris from a distance, but something is still missing from this sprawl. I'm not the first person to say this, but it's still amazes me how true it seems, LA is superficial- not just a little superficial like most places but I mean completely preoccupied with appearance. Gamboling the Venice boardwalk, I've never felt so inadequate. My clothes felt cheap and baggy, my muscles minuscule, and the minivan a completely unacceptable mode of transportation. Everybody, guys and girls alike, trolled for play completely based off the flatness of one's stomach. At least, people in other places pretend to care about personality. You know, I'm not just a piece of meat; I have feelings too. I can't wait to be back in Stumptown, if only for a day, where people care about things that are so much more important- like how knowledgeable one is about obscure local bands and how ironic one's T-shirt is.
I hate LA.
Sure, I've seen some nice cars. Now I can even recognize different models of Ferraris from a distance, but something is still missing from this sprawl. I'm not the first person to say this, but it's still amazes me how true it seems, LA is superficial- not just a little superficial like most places but I mean completely preoccupied with appearance. Gamboling the Venice boardwalk, I've never felt so inadequate. My clothes felt cheap and baggy, my muscles minuscule, and the minivan a completely unacceptable mode of transportation. Everybody, guys and girls alike, trolled for play completely based off the flatness of one's stomach. At least, people in other places pretend to care about personality. You know, I'm not just a piece of meat; I have feelings too. I can't wait to be back in Stumptown, if only for a day, where people care about things that are so much more important- like how knowledgeable one is about obscure local bands and how ironic one's T-shirt is.