In Los Angeles there is this thing where people have moved from wherever they were born, to New York, to LA, and they let you know it. They seldom talk about their place of origin, Bumfolk, Missouri, or whatever, but it’s New York this, New York that. You can walk everywhere, bars, nightlife, etc, etc. LA is such a drag because you have to drive places, the city is so unconnected. They say you can’t eat pizza or bagels in LA because the water in New York is what makes the dough good…
There are a handful of pizza parlors and bagel spots in LA that supposedly fly their water from New York. And that’s their big advertising point, and people swear they can tell.
If you were to tell anyone I grew up with that the bagels in LA weren’t as good as the bagels in New York because of the tap water used to make the dough they’d say “Huh?” as they were eating wings from the closest carryout, drenched in mumbo sauce. You know, the carryout in the strip mall that sells “American” and “Asian” food. It’s called Larry’s or something but it’s owned by a seventy year old Chinese man.
And not that residents of Prince George’s County Maryland don’t have their own quirks, like standing in line at 4 in the morning to buy a rare colorway of some newly re-released Jordans.
Maybe we’re all just struggling to find something to make conversation about, and because Breaking Bad wasn’t on last night, or Miley didn’t do something noteworthy in the last couple of days, so we find the common threads of ‘oh, we both used to live in this major metropolitan area, wasn’t that exciting? Doesn’t the current place we live in suck for the following reasons?’ or ‘I purchased this color of this shoe, oh, you have that color of this shoe? Exciting!’
But why do I find the former pretentious, and the latter endearing?