Posted by ninme at 8:43 am
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I’m going to skip all the good bits of this, so it’ll look like I really don’t like San Francisco, but I do. It’s shiny and beautiful and I love that people there are happy going to a park and just sitting in the sunshine. This attitude (very strong up here) that one has to be doing something all the time drives me up the wall. All these farmers markets and hikes in the mountains and little microfestivals all seem so forced, like people are going through the motions just so they can say how involved they are in life, or something. I can’t really articulate it but it really gets up my nose.
Anyway back to San Francisco, I think it’s really amazing to watch old movies that take place there, up through about the Dirty Harry period. Nothing’s changed. The well-heeled people still live in the same Victorian mansions and the same shiny department stores still surround the same bright sunny parks. But now you’ve got homeless people screaming at you in cafes as they come out of the toilet and dirty stinky people smoking who knows what on every grassy roadside verge.
Of course, the difference is that San Francisco is the type of place that gets movies filmed in it, not just in Vancouver. But moving onto the selectively-quoted article:
Alex Payne – So You’re Moving to San Francisco
There are far more fundamental problems with the city than the tech industry bubble. Perhaps the most visceral is that, for a first world city, San Francisco is dirty. No, filthy. No, disgusting. Whenever I travel outside of San Francisco, I’m amazed at what a disastrous anomaly it is. Sidewalks are routinely covered in broken glass, trash, old food, and human excrement. The smell of urine is not uncommon, nor is the sight of homeless persons in varying states of dishevelment. I frequented tough neighborhoods in DC and Baltimore – then the murder capital of the nation – and only in San Francisco have I been actively threatened on the street.
He should check out Seattle. Or maybe we don’t count as a first world city.
What sickens me most about San Francisco is not its dirt, or its large homeless population, or its questionable safety, but that locals and the city government seem to accept these circumstances. Hipsters boast of how disgusting and unsafe their Mission living situations are, as if choosing to live amongst squalor when you have the means not to do so makes you a better person. The wealthy seclude themselves in the Marina, Russian Hill, and Pacific Heights, and lobby against public transportation that would bring undesirables to their pristine neighborhoods. Aging hippies in the Haight argue about marijuana legalization and anti-war referendums when men and women are dying – visibly dying – on the streets of the Tenderloin. It’s as if all parties don’t occupy the same city, see the same shameful sights on the street, and bear the same responsibilities to taxes and charity that might help address these deep-seated and difficult problems.
Month after month, San Franciscans gather for festivals and parades: Pride, the Folsom Street Faire, LoveFest, Bay to Breakers, and so forth. The privileged fill the streets, dressed in gaudy costumes, embracing any excuse to celebrate their sexuality, their liberal views, their comfort with alternative approaches to life and social structures. Were San Francisco taking care of its own, creating an environment in which everyone had access to the same comforts and opportunities, I would encourage such celebrations every week. But, as liberal and libertarian as I am, I think there’s something disturbing and solipsistic and fundamentally broken about a place that seems to value a different way of life over better quality of life.
Emphases his. And that, I think, is very true. It’s a problem we’ve got up here, too, but it seems rather desperate, as Seattle throws together a random bunch of freaks, strips them naked (or just gets them really stoned) and marches them past a statue of Lenin mostly so they can say to their Californian counterparts how they’re special too. As for the quality of life, it’s great. They just move to Bellevue.
…And thus does the urban sprawl ever expand…