That’s not just LA. That’s everywhere. I live on a road that is the main walking route to the local high school, and every spring, the joke I make to my wife is that I see more 15 year old ass cheek on my way to work these days than I ever did when I was 15.
Pastafarian, actively against all churches of the ego. I had a meal across the street from the church of scientology celebrity center when I was in Lalaland, and could feel its evil “you haven’t paid enough to be worthy” vibe all around me.
So why are you against sexuality and its expression in society? “Too much skin” is the kind of thing my grandma complains about while clutching her bible.
That particular stretch of Hollywood just isn’t real life. I love it, but the combination of huge old carved up mansions, youthful enthusiasm for landing acting gigs while waiting tables/tending bar, hipsters of every kind, and abject poverty is surreal.
I wouldn’t raise a family there cause it is Sooo expensive. But hell yeah I’m going back to Cafe 101 and nom on French toast and mimosas. The last time I was there they had an exceptionally good waitress that looked exactly like Marilyn Monroe (totes on purpose). It’s more like a theme park than anything else.
Oh dear FSM, I forgot about the carts that sell Sonoran Hot Dogs!!
One more quick story. I was visiting a friend and we were wandering around at midnight. I had had a very, very good year, and was in a very good if not maudlin mood.
So I order a loaded Sonoran, and because it was exactly what I needed, at the exact right time, I tipped her a twenty. She had to catch herself, that was more in tips she made the entire weekend.
I am not some kind of saint, but daaamn it was a good dog. And there is so much poverty among so much wealth it is astounding (which is to say I Learned something that night).
Hypersexuality, like the flying spaghetti monster, is a strong force, not something to be trivialized. I’m against banning strip clubs, hookers, short shorts, sugary drinks, booze, cigarettes, and pot, but I don’t like to be bombarded by enticements to indulge or glamorization of empty thrills. I especially wouldn’t want that for impressionable kids. One area that I do have a lot in common with church ladies is in recognizing that what I expose myself to becomes what I am over time.
The biggest shock moving from Seattle to the Bay Area a decade ago was how much poverty there was everywhere, how much neighborhoods varied by block, and how no one seemed to give a shit. “I’ve got mine, Jack!”
For what it’s worth, I’ve had brunch at the Celebrity Centre three or four times. It’s pretty ridiculously overpriced, but it’s also a pretty good buffet. I think it’s open to anyone who wears shoes and has the $60.
A couple of friends (and former roommates) of mine are Scientologists, and happen to be lovely people. They never made the least effort to recruit me. And for what it’s worth, the Celebrity Centre restaurant seems to behave more or less like a regular old overpriced outdoor eatery.
The rest of the joint, of course, probably is out to swallow yer soul, however.
I support you Cory on your decision. I’m not sure if a congratulations is in order but I’m going to congratulate as well anyways. I’m sorry to hear about the housing/property bubble in London and I do hope it somehow gets better, both for the sake of the people of London as well as for the City itself.
There’s the thing about the California drought though, what do you think about that…?
My one memorable trip to Queen’s – and why I didn’t go there – involved making a wrong turn on the way to campus, looking up, and discovering the wall of the men’s pentientriary on one side and the one for the women’s penitentiary on the other. I’m sure that’s not a valid impression of Kingston, but it’s the one I was stuck with, and haven’t been back since.