bitterwaitress

Increasingly, I want to move (back) to Los Angeles. (For some reason it’s more satisfying to say the full name than “LA”). I say “back” parenthetically because I lived there before, though I am not from there. Northeastern PA deserves the credit - or blame depending on your point of view - for that contribution to the global asshole fund.I like to call Los Angeles the “sixth borough” because there are so many NYC transplants and bi-coastals there. In the circles of TV, film, writing and restaurants anyway. But that term doesn’t roll of the tongue so easily which ruins it’s otherwise humorous impact. Like the nightly specials, it’s all about the delivery. No wonder some many of us are actors. me, I write the lines, or hope to.

 

I’ve come to realize that I am in New York right now for only two reasons: because I love it, and for the bragging rights. Now, we (in theory) love our parents, but we do leave them. New York is very nurturing, and very stern - very parental. You prove yourself to and in this city. You have to accept that your primary relationship as a New Yorker is with the city itself - more than any job, lover, sibling….maybe not child, but that I would not know. 

Bragging rights are hard to give up. We were the victims of the 9/11 attacks because we are the most important city in the world. Forget the DC attacks. Most people have. We are a city with a GDP larger than that of most nations. Being a millionaire here means nothing. 10% of all the nation’s tax revenue come from the island of Manhattan, and goes to build bridges and roads in conservative states that hate our social welfare and our tolerance of gays and lesbians.

 

To sum it up, this is New York. We don’t deal with you, you deal with us.

 

More on Los Angeles in a bit.