Los Angeles. Ick... That has to be your reaction when you're a New Yorker. Whether I'm a New Yorker or not is a matter of some debate*, but I certainly have enough antipathy towards LA to make me one.
I think it's the car thing - my feelings on places where you can't walk are no secret. Or perhaps it's the fact that only one industry counts for anything. Possibly it's because I've worked with too many Angelenos who have been mind-crushingly relaxed and slow - and inefficient with it. Although it could just be the total soullessness of the place, of course.
Here's the point where you think I'm going to turn around and confess that actually, I loved LA. Don't worry. I'm not going to do that.
What I love is the areas around LA.
If it weren't for the fact that that's where the airport is, I would never bother setting foot in Los Angeles. However, that is where the airport is, and that airport gives you access to some wonders. The Santa Monica mountains, for example.
Why on earth does anyone go to Disneyland when they could go to the Santa Monica mountains?
The drive out to the mountains takes about half an hour when traffic is good, and 1.5 hours all the time, because traffic in LA was designed by the same person who designed the bamboo shoots under the nails form of torture. It's worth it though. The area is under-populated and beautiful and relaxed**.
H1 and spent a week in the mountains, and never even thought about the fact that we were so disturbingly close to LA. In fact, we even started to create a plan of how we could move there. Our minds may have been swayed by the good weather, but I think I could live there. I may have to join a country club, start wearing LuluLemon yoga pants as my standard go-to gear, and accessorise at all times with an oversized Starbucks cup, but I'm okay with that. I've accepted it.
Wouldn't you, if it meant you lived here?
*I have been known to yell at inanimate objects, such as cars and buses, so I probably am.
**I do sometimes like relaxed. When I'm on holiday, for example.