I am in Los Angeles for the week and thought I would revisit a post that describes how living in Los Angeles is not like what you see on TV. There are some great parts about living in Southern California (including the weather and the shopping) but there are some other reasons that make it challenging to live and navigate this harsh environment (they could probably film an episode of Naked and Afraid in some parts of LA). So, while I am in Beverly Hills, I thought I would share one of my favorite snarky posts and see if you could add anything to the list below?
Here we go. Are you ready for a classic rewind today?
I have a love/not always so in love relationship with this city as most of the people I know who live here do. The weather is beautiful but sometimes that is about all it has to offer. Hollywood is a city where people come to follow their dreams but sadly most end up on a plane right back to where they came from.
I have seen this city chew up and spit out some of the most amazing, talented people but at least they can return to their hometowns knowing they gave it a shot and will never wonder “what if” (and that in itself is an accomplishment). A lot of people in LALAland do a 2 or 3-year term. In other words, I will never forget someone telling me they referred to their time living here as “doing time” and it can indeed feel like that sometimes.
Maybe it is the congested roads and the long commutes to inch 5 miles that leave people with the lonely feeling that LALAland has been known to impress upon passers by. I always wonder why Hollywood seems to have such a different lifestyle. Maybe it is because everyone is taller and towers over me? Maybe it is because I don’t have a glam squad or an entourage? I always have to get my pants shortened even if I buy them in the children’s section, buy makeup at a regular ole’ makeup counter and count on one or two friends to accompany me wherever I go. So, is this the reality of life when surrounded by supermodels and starlets? No matter how high I reach for the stars, I will always be a good foot shy, pound of makeup short and have a few less than a herd of friends than the other blondes reaching for the same star. The math just does not work out favorably for some people by the sheer essence of the backbone of this city. There can only be one star (and it is not fair that my parents weren’t at least a wee bit taller to level the playing field)…..
Continue reading because this is a great post and should not be missed! Also, please feel free to comment add to my list…..
**Stay snarky my friends!**