So, recently I've run into my fair share of out-of-towners who hate L.A. despite their being radicated in our (endearingly less-than) fair city. I'm not one to judge really, and while I understand L.A. isn't for everyone, I'm also inclined to think that when someone hates something, they tend not to subject themselves to the object of their loathing. (Well, unless you're a masochist, but that goes without saying.)
My reaction to this, naturally, has been to break some faces. Ok, not really, but I have become vehemently protective of my hometown. The more I fall in love with it the more Momma Bear I get. Yeah, I get it, it's dirty, and smoggy, and transitory, and what?
Really, I'm over the whole "I hate L.A." thing. I'm not sure if it's that "hate" is the new "love" or whatevs, but seriously, if you can't stand it here, there's really no reason why you should be geographically situated before me, engaging me in conversation over how much you hate Los Angeles, or how much better X, Y, & Z city is.
The obvious move would be to head back to X, Y, & Z where your parents' money can afford you more than closet space in Echo Park because really, I could do without the blather (or the rent spike.)
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