I was just in San Francisco and all they talked about was how New York isn’t so great. As a New Yorker I went from mildly amused to
highly annoyed. What is up their ass? Why are they so obsessed with us? They sounded like weird Germans bitching about Bush or Canadians telling everyone they’re not Americans. Why can’t they just be their own thing and get over it? We never talk about them because we don’t care. Why can’t they do the same?
-Redd in the LES
In case you didn’t notice while you were out there, San Francisco is College II. People with no ambition move out there to shop at thrift stores and work at coffee shops for the rest of their lives. They make zines, get things pierced, and have been partying like it’s 1994 since 1995. Can you blame them for being jealous? It’s like how the island on Lost is stuck in a perpetual time loop [Ed note: Lesley wrote this before the episode where the helicopter makes it back to the boat] and no one knows it yet. Well, that’s SF for you. Rather than get angry, I say try to have compassion for them, for they know not why or what they do.
I like to think of SF as my own little sex oasis, cuz out there, 6s are 10s and making a living as a writer is like being Madonna. Embrace it. The thing about going to College II is that you never graduate. And remember how laid you got back then?
Regards,
Barf
