SciGuy--
What is it about Californians that merits such disgust and contempt?
Being a bleeding liberal from Washington, I'll chime in. Personally, part of the problem is that, outside of California itself, it seems that California = Los Angeles. Bear that idea in mind throughout, however ill-founded.
As property values soared in California in the mid- to late-1980's, we received among us what seemed a veritable exodus of people. At first, this seemed very good for the economy; home starts were up, companies appeared to accommodate new workers, &c. But it quickly goes afoul. Near Seattle, for instance, the biggest image of "Californication" comes in the southern part of the county, in the towns of Kent and Renton. Even in my 27 years, this area was largely dairy land and small-town. Quickly came the townhouses, the condos, and what would eventually be a dividing attitude.
People who escaped California began publicly complaining that the place they came to wasn't enough like California for their tastes. As our property levels skyrocketed (200% on my family's house when I was in high school), and our schools became crowded, some amazing complaints came about.
* We never had problems like this in California schools.
* We never handled things like this in California.
* This isn't how we did it in California.
* It rains too much here. (Which is a crock; after all, as this process continued, I watched Seattle go through a water shortage; things are better now, but the idea of alternate car-washing or lawn-watering days
still seems obscene to me.)
With development threatening several local sites of interest (including a heron-nesting ground, &c.), environmentalists responded with growth-reduction measures on the public ballot. They lost, but two things stick with me from that election:
* The argument that a piece of land equals a cash value which is the
rightful claim of a property developer (that a strip mall is "worth more" than a certain environmental concern), which was just unfortunate timing since we were fully engaged in the debate over spotted owls.
* The fact that the reduction measures, the grass-roots environmentalists outspent the local opposition, mainly contractors, but were crushingly outspend by a cadre of property developers and financiers from ... you guessed it: California.
But that was 10 years ago. We had great anti-California commercials for potato chips and local beer; my two favorites were a Nalley's commercial for potato chips in which a guy went around carding people for potato chips and making them prove that they weren't California imports, and an "ours-theirs" campaign that parodied Bud Light and "California", as such. You know, "Their dogs" (a toy poodle on a leash belonging to a spandex-clad 40+ idiot-woman), and "Our dogs" (a big red hound sitting in a barn, watching the rain while its flannel-clad masters played basketball and drank Ranier).
Presently, there seems to be a West-coast identity struggle taking place. Portland hates Seattle, but Seattle hates L.A., and San Francisco just sits there, shaking from time to time. I don't understand the current split, except as residual pride. But up here, a recent import (from I don't know where) has began putting stupid ballot measures up here designed to shatter Seattle's transportation and revenue infrastructures. There's also the Redmond-Silicon Valley rivalry.
But Kent and Renton are now the type of towns with rows of condos and townhouses spilling back from the freeway, where there was once trees. In my day, we blamed California for the gang problems we had, instead of blaming the gangs or the inept law enforcement that didn't think a bunch of young undesirables could mess things up too badly.
And, of course, there's the artists. We took a cultural beating up here between '92 and '00. The declared demise of Pearl Jam unofficially ends what started here when Nirvana exploded like an unforked potato. There's something there about having to deal with bad pop bands, with Compton rap, and other contemporary California-based expressions of pop culture, all the while watching your heroes die off and the recording industry eat alive the something-wonderful that blossomed in your backyard. I mean, crap ... after the way California-based music labels handled Grunge, we can rest assured that square-dance music will never dominate the Billboard Top 40 on the grounds that nobody in Los Angeles can get away with selling OshKosh for $400.
But I do have to admit that it puzzles me how the North and South of our coast will find a way to fight. What happened to property values has little to do with what happened to music and art in this town, and so forth. So it seems that as we bring one regionalist dispute to an end, we find another to fill the vacuum because life gets boring otherwise.
I recall reading somewhere that ... was it Paul Provenza, who replaced "Dr Fleischmann" on
Northern Exposure? As the show is filmed in the Washington Cascades, well ... so goes the story that as Provenza crossed northward across the California border through the Siskyous, he called his agent on his cel-phone and said: "Guess where I am? I'm leaving California and I may never be back!" Cute, but more of a vignette for gossip columns, I suppose.
Don't know, though ... maybe the reason we fight with California is that it's just too damn easy to pick on Idaho.
Two cents, and then some ...,
thanx,
Tiassa
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