SF: the suck

i try to avoid being miserably negative, but SF as it is now - sucks. it's become one big gentrified west coast williamsburg. insanely overcrowded and overpriced. ipod people in skinny jeans everywhere. dog walkers. young white girls with that valley girl, overly earnest speech pattern. (really, where do they learn to talk like that? it is simultaneously dingbat and abrasive). in all fairness maybe, yeah i'm getting older and as you get older your patience for bullshit and (annoying) change dwindles to shit.

i remember when you could cruise a thrift store that wasn't packed with loud talking idiot hipsters and large extended families. things were super cheap. it was a chill way to spend an afternoon treasure and style hunting. now, i have to plan a day and get their early or else i'm on the parking hunt for a good hour of my secret agent life (and a secret agent needs to find parking).

see, i try to be real creative to circumvent the gazillions of change required for an hour meter just to rush to a place and rush back. that to me is no fun. i know these cross and side streets where it's 2 hrs of free parking, but get to the Mission after 11am on a weekend and you're gonna be searching for a minute. the suck!

the laid back days of SF are gone. it's all about competition now; for space, time, productivity, a good cup of coffee, a good deal. i almost got plowed down by two yuppies blazing up 14th st. (probably late to a brunch with their other yuppie homies). it kills me how all these progressive minded liberals have moved here from somewhere else looking for cultural diversity. 90% of the people i see in the city on average are white hanging out with other white liberal-minded people, their dogs and ipods, obama t-shirts, and sipping fair trade coffee.

boring! boo!

i was born here. this is my hometown. who are these invaders? tragic really, but alas, it is one of the coolest places to live if you're here on the left coast of things. they can have all the condos and artisinal goodies they so desire. i remember pickle family circus and the old russian ladies who made the best peroshki, the hippies hanging out on the haight, the potlucks and conga drums in golden gate park, grade school in the bayview, rollerskates, the funk mothership and missile pops. no, the invaders can't have any of those things. 

mslisa