LA Is Not A Joke
LA Is Not A Joke
Los Angeles is not a joke. But wow you make it hard to take you seriously. Skyrocketing rents, racist city government, disconnected metro and the most segregated city I’ve ever lived in aside; you are a hypocrisy of cruel intentions.
Willful are the artists who are caught up in their own trauma they lack cross functional relationships due to their absence of nuance and use social media as the identity politics finger waving podium of the future.
Artist and designers and brands that flex material exploration prowess without bothering to have a point a view, who lack narrative and concept. Just an opportunity to wow on TikTok with bright colors and flashy tech. The boredom that arises from flat abstractions is floundering on Sunset Blvd., that magical road that stretches from affluence to poverty but changes its name when it connects to brown and black bodies.
Industries that pillage resources from young actors, musicians, models, dancers, filmmakers. Aristocratic greedy above gorund nightlife that challenges no one with $60 tickets to events on government owned land and end at midnight. Your early bird tickets are never available. We see you.
Even the most crucial of intellectual minds, heroes of critical discourse and praxis shove white powders up their nose and complain about beauty regimens while vacationing in Cuba and Macau and suck on vodka sodas at LA Fashion Week.
Tiresome is the lush medians of freeways that tear through historic neighborhoods. Histories that generations are clueless to know and careless to discover, unless it floats on Instagram posts or those dumb thin historical sepia tone photo books that litter every neighborhood’s retail stores. Those books are like the Sims of historic and cultural printed education; so far from reality they address nothing but nostalgia.
Mother Nature thrives in this hypocrisy but barely breathing through battery plant spills and ocean water contaminations. Birds and squirrels choking on Runyon plastic waste. Smog sunsets cough from vehicles and make a pretty postcard. A gradient fantasy.
No please, continue to talk directly to the camera phone and post your vocal fried words as they are being listened to. Loud and clear, and I’m chuckling at the scarcity of elocution lessons. You’re not a joke LA. I love you, but I love you like I love NYC and Miami, and Oklahoma City and Taos and NOLA and, and, and you’re all one and the same. Caught up in reality tv and superficial dreams.
You’re not a joke LA. But you sure are funny.