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- Nov. 18, 1991: South to North:"You're Tacky!"
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- Nov. 18, 1991 California:The Endangered Dream
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- FEUDS, Page 78
- CALIFORNIA
- The War Between The State
- South to North: "You're just plain tacky!"
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- <p>By Martha Smilgis/Los Angeles
- </p>
- <p> At first you're seduced by the sweeping ocean views, cute
- Victorian houses, picturesque tangerine bridges and storybook
- bed-and-breakfasts. But on closer inspection, the sheer volume
- of scented candles, glass-blown swans and seashell ashtrays
- sends the mind reeling. Banners that boast I LEFT MY HEART
- should rightly read MY WALLET, since San Francisco's real raison
- d'etre is separating tourists from their money. This
- too-too-precious chilly, hilly city is determined to stupefy you
- with caramel corn, sourdough bread, chocolate cable cars and
- painting-by-numbers that goes by the name of sidewalk art. "It's
- like living in a theme park," says Lee Houskeeper, a local
- resident.
- </p>
- <p> The town--the greater Bay Area, for that matter--is
- sicklied o'er with restaurants. Culinary czars rule a population
- where schoolchildren learn the meaning of chanterelle and
- shiitake before they study the alphabet. Beer can come in a
- bottle with a champagne cork, and spaghetti automatically means
- fennel-raspberry pasta. To ask for a glass of ordinary tap water
- or regular coffee is to admit that you hail from Tulsa.
- Pretentious readings of bogus poetry have now been supplanted
- by SF Net, a coffeehouse computer linkup that enables pseudo
- avant-gardists to cross-chat electronically over their caffe e
- latte.
- </p>
- <p> The entire culture, for that matter, is derivative. The
- cramped, dark Victorian houses (going for $2 million) are
- borrowed from the English, the ivory (mostly opaque plastic)
- figurines from the Chinese, and the vineyards from northern
- Italy. There's no homegrown movie business; in fact the town has
- missed the video age, focused instead on grainy foreign films,
- which seem to be unreeling in every theater. Although the smug
- intelligentsia of Stanford and Berkeley blanch at the mention
- of her name, the area's best-selling author is Danielle Steel.
- To be sure, Los Angeles is no stranger to mass-market novelists,
- but that kind of pedestrian vulgarity is increasingly
- overwhelmed by the energy, quality and variety of the town's
- truly provocative attractions: a first-class symphony orchestra,
- lively art galleries and museums, adventurous theater, special
- events like the biennial L.A. Arts Festival, a good Mexican
- dinner for 10 bucks.
- </p>
- <p> In the southland people get Pulitzer prizewinning news
- from the Los Angeles Times. San Franciscans rely on the
- clubhouse newspaper, the Chronicle ("comical" to locals), whose
- existence depends almost solely on Herb Caen, 75, America's
- longest-running columnist (circa 1938), and whose chief function
- is the nurturing of San Francisco's insatiable narcissism. The
- Chron's competitor, Hearst's Examiner, is hardly better,
- specializing in the scandalous activities of local politicians.
- </p>
- <p> Politics, in any case, is monopolized mainly by vociferous
- gay organizations, gangs of neoprohibitionists and, of course,
- the ever resentful ecomaniacs, who have forsaken chocolate chip
- ice cream for Rainforest Crunch and who insist that the city's
- unspeakable degenerates (cigarette smokers) ask permission
- before they light up outside. While the city drifts, the board
- of supervisors issues wacky foreign policy statements. During
- the gulf war, the board declared the town a nuclear-free haven
- for draft dodgers. Across the bay in Berkeley it's even daffier:
- along with Fidel Castro, the city council is all that is left
- of the communist elite.
- </p>
- <p> The parochial social scene in San Francisco is hardly more
- engaging, consisting as it does of a few dozen gadflies who
- spend much of their time phoning each other to discuss who
- didn't get invited to the New York parties. Everybody else seems
- to be in the business of resolutely currying the town's status
- as the capital of the sexually weird. Where else can you join
- a cross-dressing club? Where else would they be restoring the
- sign flashing the pulsating neon nipples of aging stripper Carol
- Doda? At the same time, in such a setting a straight male has
- a hard time seeking out a pair of shapely legs in thigh-high
- Lycras. A fashion statement in the Bay Area means pearls and
- sensible walking shoes or the Birkenstock look. "Down in L.A.,"
- says single lawyer Peter Haley, ruefully, "you've got wicked
- dames coming in from the night. Here, there are no dangerous
- women. Too many bird watchers."
- </p>
- <p> As if all this were not enough to make Los Angeles a
- relative Eden, the weather in the Bay Area is windy, cold and
- foggy; you can't swim in the ocean; and the earthquake knocked
- down the freeways, so it's hard to get across town. The smug
- superiority of northerners is simply a case of shabby gentility.
- These people who came to California first always looked down at
- the village in the south, which to their dismay has become a
- booming megalopolis.
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