Ok, so I'm an L.A. native, which makes me an anomaly in a city known for its nomadic tendencies.
But it does qualify me as an observer of what comes and goes in this town that thinks of itself as a trendsetter.
There is a lot to love here. But it's not what you think.
I love superficiality.
That's why I moved to the Hollywood Hills.
Paris Hilton lived around the corner from me during her out-on-the-town days, when she palled around with several noteworthy ladies, including Britney Spears who was famously sans panties. (The Fox news.com headline read: Britney Spears Parties With Paris Hilton, Leaves Underwear at Home). While some residents began to protest all the noise and shenanigans going on at Chez Hilton, I wanted to cheer the neighbor who lofted a huge banner welcoming the celebrity heiress home after her stay in the slammer.
Down the block, A&E filmed a reality show that I'll bet few of you ever saw. "Sons of Hollywood" featured the unknown son of Rod Stewart and the unknown offspring of Aaron Spelling. The conceit of the show was that both were living with their manager, David Weintraub, while hoping to break into the big time. They didn't. It was canceled after 12 episodes. But the producers of the show once invited me to stop by for an on-camera party on the home's roof. I liked the idea. My wife was not wild about it.
When we moved in, the house next to us functioned as a porn studio. I never got an invite to a wrap party. But I did have the dubious pleasure of seeing some of the "stars" take sponge baths on the street during breaks in the filming. She wasn't wild about that either.
Just down the hill from me on the famed stretch of asphalt known as the Sunset Strip, all sorts of superficial things happen every day.
Women in hardly any clothes line up to convince a skinny bouncer to let them enter the still uber-popular Skybar. (Incidentally, the bar is on the ground floor next to the pool, hardly the lofty perch implied by its name.)
I once witnessed the clumsiest and least successful attempt by a male to get beyond the club's velvet rope. He pulled up in a long limousine. When the driver opened the door, he stumbled out, fell on his face and proceeded to vomit. I was surprised he didn't get in. Originality and all that.
I love this stuff because it so perfectly lines up with the stereotype of L.A. You probably wouldn't find much of this in Utica -- or at least no one there would admit to it.
Where else can a billboard hang over a busy freeway featuring a blind butler in top hat and tails poised to smash rodents with a huge sledge hammer? Before the political correctness police got to it, the sign declared: "We live to kill....bugs"
Here are a few of my other favorite things about L.A.:
--Strip malls
--Lady Gaga shoes
--Lowriders
--Mega billboards with Supergraphics
--Cal Worthington and his dog, Spot
--Charlie Sheen's goddesses
--Erick Estrada sightings
These didn't make the list:
--Smart cars with dumb drivers on smart phones
--Smart water
--Prius drivers in the fast lane
--Neighbors who talk to me
--Dr. Phil
--The TMZ tour bus
--Ashton Kutcher's 7 million twitter friends
There are also beautiful canyons with trails and wildlife, if you know where to look.
Just off Sunset, you can get away from the noise and superficiality, hike up, and look around.
It really is a beautiful place, with an incredible energy.
Most of the people in LA aren't even from there, there's a reason for that.
thin coating of auto smog on your lungs...
intense racial divide...
history of LAPD police corruption...
lines of people wrapped around two city blocks waiting for their
Botox treatment...
huge disparity between haves and have-nots...
lack of pro football...
McCourt divorce drama...
nightmarish freeway backups...
We also have mobstas (which is a little like a lobsta - but that's Maine). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Blue_Bug
We also have a mayor who spent time in federal prison for unspeakable things...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Cianci...some of them were political.
We have a weird view of things, based on being one of the most diverse places in the country.
Our INDEPENDENT MAN, atop the state house, watches cops profile black people on the highways, but we don't have much crime. You might want to think twice about being a cop of color, though...as the Cornel Young family will tell you...http://www.providencephoenix.com/features/top/multi/documents/03544089.asp...we have some really nice beaches, too, though we hate tourists.
Anyone who uses beautiful rural America as a punching bag for what is missing in life has spent too little time eating the healthy California diet and too much time breathing the LA smog. No doubt LA has much on offer, and much not found anywhere else; Utica has fresh air, genuine folks and access to Niagra Falls, Canada and New York City for day trips with natural beauty in between. See you when we both vacation in San Diego.