Sunday, March 06, 2005
A Family Outing in the Gutter
Today, our oldest Bean-child was invited to hang out at a friend’s house, so we only had the three girls to
The outing developed its seedy theme before we even got there. Santa Monica has very lenient laws regarding
Six year-old: “Mommy, what does that mean?”
“Well, he’s kind of using a naughty word and making a pun on it because he’s trying to tell us that he hates the President.”
“Our President? Why would someone hate our President?”
“Well, some people think that a lot of things that the President is doing are wrong. But we like the President, and because it’s a free country, everyone can say whatever they think of the President, and we’re not allowed to drive our SUV into his table.”
There are plenty of nice shops and restaurants, but the bathrooms were covered with graffiti and gave our three year-old second thoughts about having to go potty. (“I meant I wanted to go potty at home.”) It is certainly the kind of scene that we enjoyed more in our college days, but now it just seems aggressively family-hostile. It could simply be that we’re looking at it through older parental eyes, but I think the street scene is much worse than when we went to college. I blame Bush and corporate greed.
From now on, we’re going to The Grove.
Co-authored by ball-and-chain and Doctor Bean
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Ugh. That's disgusting. Some of my acquantances consider me an elitist (supposedly an insulting word), but I just can't stand the idea of being next to someone who hasn't washed for a month. And if it's that bad NOW, I have chills just thinking about the times when I have my own children. Times, they are a'changin.
Indeed, I think your historical glasses are tinted a little rosé.
I'll never forget walking into Westwood for a Tommy's Burger, and finding myself in the middle of gang warfare. About 2 dozen gang mebers came flooding past me, followed by cops on horseback. An urban twist on a Western cavalry scene. A girl had been stabbed to death at the theater earlier. Oh, those were the days.
3rd Street, the semi-oasis in the middle of Santa Monica's pervasive squalor, is an invention of the 90s. When you and I were in school, there was no oasis. 3rd Street was just another down-and-out street in a down-and-out neighborhood.
But, you're right in one respect. It still sucks.
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I'll never forget walking into Westwood for a Tommy's Burger, and finding myself in the middle of gang warfare. About 2 dozen gang mebers came flooding past me, followed by cops on horseback. An urban twist on a Western cavalry scene. A girl had been stabbed to death at the theater earlier. Oh, those were the days.
3rd Street, the semi-oasis in the middle of Santa Monica's pervasive squalor, is an invention of the 90s. When you and I were in school, there was no oasis. 3rd Street was just another down-and-out street in a down-and-out neighborhood.
But, you're right in one respect. It still sucks.
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