“What matters is what you do there.”

“No matter what you do in L.A., your behavior is appropriate for the city. Los Angeles has no assumed correct mode of use. You can have fake breasts and drive a Ford Mustang – or you can grow a beard, weigh 300 pounds, and read Christian science fiction novels. Either way, you’re fine: that’s just how it works. You can watch Cops all day or you can be a porn star or you can be a Caltech physicist. You can listen to Carcass – or you can listen to Pat Robertson. Or both.
That’s how we dooz it. L.A. is the apocalypse: it’s you and a bunch of parking lots. No one’s going to save you; no one’s looking out for you. It’s the only city I know where that’s the explicit premise of living there – that’s the deal you make when you move to L.A.
The city, ironically, is emotionally authentic. It says: no one loves you; you’re the least important person in the room; get over it.

“What matters is what you do there.”
Greater Los Angeles, BLDGBLOG, October 12, 2007

Of course this is true, I just never thought anyone would actually write it somewhere on the internets.

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