Since my DVR decided to do something weird to my recording of Keeping Up with the Kardashians this week and Pop Culture is taking the week off, I figured that I would speak on two of the only things that I really hate about Los Angeles.
I’ll preface this by saying that I love L.A.
I think that there’s a reason why people come to vacation here and a reason why people spend so much money to live here. I’ve lived in three major metropolitan areas (Boston, Seattle, Los Angeles) and spent a good amount of time in New York City (which has its appeal, but just isn’t for me) and I feel like Los Angeles is not only the city that suits me best, but it’s where I am proud to call home.
However, like any relationship, there are problems that you have even with your loved ones, which in this case, is L.A. I’m okay with the overly aggressive homeless people downtown, the car theft/break-in’s, drive-by bitchassness by people in cars that like to yell things at people who dare walk in the city that only drives, the smog, racism, ghetto-ass people, gang jumpage, lack of family run restaurants, the myth of “rent control,” the worst police department in all of the United States, and how you have to wait for people pushing/stealing shopping carts to cross the street so that you can turn right. Really, I’m pretty ok with all that.
For all those bad things, we get left turn arrows at stoplights, north-south/east-west streets that actually make sense, reasonable alternatives taking streets as opposed to the highways, celebrity run-in’s, award shows, Pinkberry, In-n-Out, designer everything, little dogs, beautiful scenery, Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles, near-perfect weather, nice and great looking White people, really fly restaurants, ease of shoppage, a need to have at least two pairs of designer sunglasses, and pretty much everything that is a “limited engagement” is available right here in our very city.
After all that, there are two things about Los Angeles that never cease to bother me. I’m going to let loose some bitchassness on these two things because I feel like I can’t be alone. If you’re not familiar with the Diddy-defined term, the most simple definition on Urban Dictionary defines it as:
“A type of negative emotion; hateration; to be/act like a bitch or a coward about a situation.”
By putting this on a blog, simply because I can’t possibly say it to that many peoples’ faces at the same time, I have to admit that this is some bitchassness on my part. Diddy said that bitchassness is running rampant in our communities and it is. Right now, I’m going to add to this “hateration” out of convenience.
1) People in nice cars who talk on cell phones without a headset. Â
I’m not necessarily referring to everyone, but I’m talking about people who are driving Maserati’s, S-Class Benz’s, or BMW X-5’s at the very least. To my fellow Toyota, Honda, Chevrolet, Hyundai, Daewoo, Scion, and Kia driving folk, I know that times can be tough and we might not be able to afford that $5 headset at the mall that looks like it has a bug on the wire. I feel you.
This annoyance is only directed at those who are driving cars that cost at least 3x much as ours but still refuse to get a headset, corded or Bluetooth, and drive like they’re twice as old as they really are because they’re not paying attention.
I drive through Beverly Hills almost everyday, so I see this phenomenon at least twenty times a week and it never ceases to fascinate me. I’m not going to say that I’m a great driver because really, I’m not. And I’m Asian, so that means I’m probably even worse than I say I am.
What doesn’t make sense to me is that these expensive cars that people are driving often COME STANDARD WITH BLUETOOTH BUILT INTO THE CAR! They don’t even need a headset! The phone call can come through the speakers and they can talk to their heart’s fullest extent without “looking like a douche” with a headset on. Instead, people still insist on driving (horribly) with one hand, which slows them down at doing pretty much anything.
I just don’t understand how you can afford a car that costs more than $60k, but you can’t afford a $5 headset.
I’m not saying that I’m not guilty of the same thing because I think studies have shown that talking on a headset makes you about as equally distracted as talking while holding your phone, but there’s a much different perception when someone sees a driver holding a phone to your face while he/she has missed yet another opportunity to make a left turn at a busy intersection compared to when they’re on a headset. By not using a headset, every little mistake that these people make turns into a “GET OFF YOUR PHONE, YOU BITCHASS!” instead of a “Man, this person just kind of sucks at driving.”
And while people might think that they’re fantastic drivers with one hand while talking on the phone, the reality is that they’re not. The reality is that they suck.
Not only do they suck, they suck balls. I find that these drivers are completely unaware of anything going on behind them (moving over or up a little bit so that someone can get into the right lane if needed), make illogical stopping decisions at the last second, and perhaps most annoyingly and commonly, take FOREVER to start moving when the light turns green.
Do your makeup in the car, eat breakfast, tie your tie, but for the sake of bitchassness, go get a headset.
In fact, I would buy you a crappy headset if you send me a link of a picture of your luxury vehicle (I’d have to judge that, but know that I went to USC, so my opinion of a luxury vehicle gets a lot more extreme than most) that has been dinged up because of your cell phone driving. It won’t be a Bluetooth, but I would do it, so let me know if you need one because I’ll do my part to end some of this hateration.
2) People who talk extensively about the route that they took to drive somewhere and make other people feel bad for not taking the same route.Â
Never in my life have I been in a city where people are so obsessed with talking about how great they are at navigating. In most cities, when you show up somewhere, people are just happy to see you.
In L.A., if you’re meeting someone somewhere, the first fifteen minutes of the conversation are often about the streets and highways that you took to arrive at the destination.
Let’s say… You were meeting someone at Mario Batali’s Osteria Mozza on the corner of Melrose and Highland. Here’s an example of a conversation that you could easily eavesdrop on while waiting for a friend (the names are fictionalized).
P: Hey! I was worried you weren’t going to show up!
Diddy: Yeah, the freeway was packed! I wasn’t even moving on the 10!
P: Why did you take the 10?? You should have taken streets. Just go from Venice to Hauser, right on Wilshire, left on Highland, then just a quick left on to Melrose!
Diddy: Oh really?? I should have done that. I just took the 10 West to Robertson to get up to Wilshire because I thought there’d be less traffic.
P: Oh no, NEVER take Robertson over La Brea. Sometimes, when I go to Robertson, I’ll take Fairfax, then jump over to La Brea, just to get to wear I need to be on Robertson on Olympic because you KNOW I don’t want to deal with that.
Diddy: Ooh I heard that. This one time, I was on La Brea and there was construction, so I had to get over to La Cienega, then I took San Vicente and you know how that can get all confusing? I was so lost and so I ended up trying to jump back on the freeway and you know that was a bad idea.
Are you effing kidding me? Is this seriously a meaningful conversation? And who cares?
To me, this is the worst kind of small talk that runs rampant in our communities of Los Angeles County. The reality is that both people made it to the same location, one way or another. If someone took a little while longer, chances are they should have left earlier, not taken some magical route that the person is probably not even making an effort to envision in their minds while another blabbers on about their genius side street route to get somewhere.
This problem gets even worse when you do someone a favor by offering to drive them somewhere. While you take your trusted route after leaving on time, the person says:
“Why are you going this way? Don’t you know that you should just take <this street> after getting off on the freeway up until <that street> then you take a left to switch on to <this highway>?”
You know what? Who cares! And walk.
I think it’s great when people know their way around the city, but to make it a topic of irrelevant conversation (unless you’re REALLY looking for some small talk) to burn precious time that you’re spending with people that you don’t see that often is one of the worst things about L.A. small talk.
Can’t people just be happy that the other person made it or that you got to the destination together without having someone flex their navigational muscles?
Cathartic.
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