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September 17, 2014
Certain parts of San Francisco are what happens when white people have no natural predators.
But everything else is like if New York's Gramercy neighborhood got a whole town. On any given night there are way too many "going-out shirts" and the women dress like there was a fire sale at some emporium that only sells clam-diggers and kicky little jackets with ornamental zippers. I have never so frequently witnessed pinstripe and patchwork meeting in the middle as I have on the tragic A-line skirts of Valencia Street. Every man who isn't contemptibly rich enough to be famous for it reminds me of Matthew Lillard's pigtail-braided Rollerblader in Hackers. I have never tallied so many "Pick-Up Artist" hats or labret piercings outside of 1996. Fashion is no more than an indication of larger trends.- - Never Yet Melted » Bring Back the Grizzlies
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I don't recognize any of the names mentioned. I don't have a single clue what this article is on about. Something about people dressing stupid.
My uncle Louie Lozko, we all called him "Letsgo Lozko", he raised bantam chickens. He said it seems most people don't look in a mirror.
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at September 17, 2014 9:28 PM
San Fran is entirely composed of Folsom St during the Fair Days 365/24/7.
Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at September 18, 2014 10:33 AM
I started hating the Bay Area when I went to school with people from there, solidified my hatred by going with friends who happened to be from there on journeys back home, and expanded it by working in the technology sector. Few places in the world show such a callous and consistent disregard for the world of people who make their lives and fortunes possible, and demonstrate a constant sense of self righteousness towards anyone who dares live a life different than their own.
Posted by: dan at September 18, 2014 1:48 PM
I had a different impression of SF from my only full week there. I loved it (I think), but that was because of who I hung out with: gorgeous young women who sing beautifully. It's a complete accident of fate that a pasty dork like me would be befriended by the likes of those young ladies. We focused on whatever it was they wanted to do, whether hanging out at jazz clubs where they got called up to join other people's gigs, or baseball games, or walking through Muir Woods, or the movies.
I'm certain people thought I was their Dad, and must have concluded that they got their looks from their mother, wherever she might have been.
Perhaps if I had to spend much more time in the Bay Area, I likely would want to kill every bureaucrat there, or something, but I'd find refuge in the music scene -- as long as nobody talked politics.
And yes, they had tattoos -- serious ones. So there.
Posted by: DonRodrigo at September 18, 2014 1:58 PM