Two weekends ago, during three short days I heard Max Kennedy speak at the Museum of Tolerance, viewed an abstract modern dance performance followed by a discussion at the Getty Center, taught art to abused children, watched my college football team smother our biggest rival, spent a few hours at the bookstore reading good books and picking out early Chanukah presents, rented a foreign film and ate at three different restaurants. The weekend before, I went to a different bar every night. I had the money and time to explore every cultural event Los Angeles boasts. But most of the time I think this place is overrated. There's the traffic, low-quality public schools, apathetic teachers, homelessness, high prices and overcrowded everything.
All big cities have their problems.
Los Angeles is all glitz and no guts. Founded on the entertainment industry, it lacks substance. This city is full of people waiting to be discovered, counting the eons until they make it big. Whether they've moved here from the midwest in hopes of finding stardom, or whether they are fifth generation Beverly Hillbillies, they bore me. You know, you're probably the only person in Los Angeles who wants to be an actor.