I was going to post this screed in reply to a comment but figured it’d be better out here. The backstory is thus: all the cool kids live in the city – most in Philly to be specific – and they’re pestering me, as they always have, to join their serried ranks. One bobo even had the temerity to suggest I move to the ‘burbs. My response follows:
NO-F’ING-WAY!
Izzat clear enough? There may be a day when I am compelled to go to the city, even if it’s only for a short spell while I live out everyone’s apparent need to live the bobo existence for a spell.
BUT! If I do go to the city, I DAMN SURE WILL NOT be living in the burbs! With the wide variety of inconveniences one must accept in order to even live near a city, why in the hell would you tack on the need to drive 30 or 45 minutes to take advantage of the things cities offer? That just makes no sense to me.
Nope. If that day ever comes, I’m heading right smack downtown. Within crawling distance of a pub with some some strategically located nearby culture. That way, I can either prepare to open my mind to said culture or wipe the bitter cultural failure from same mind.
Of course my brother has it made: a great little concert hall two blocks away, Chinatown just down the street and a cigarettes and porno store on the corner. That’s living.
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