City Pride
Jan. 21st, 2009 11:36 pmI've been doing a fair amount of soul-searching and critical analysis of my life and have realized I must come out of the closet, face the music, and come to peace with a troubling aspect of my identity:
I AM A CITY PERSON.
This is a hard thing to acknowledge, and I think I've been in denial about it for some time. I mean, yes, I have spent my entire life living in relatively large cities*, but I was simultaneously raised with the belief that city people were useless, sentimental, materialistic sophisticates who couldn't find their bum with both hands unless involved in some godless sexual deviation. Country people knew how to get things done, had the common sense god gave geese, could see through the veil of crap and lies that were the stock and trade of the urban shyster, and through diligence, honesty, and clean livin' could accomplish anything.
*Well, okay, most of it was technically in the suburbs, but it was not rural
Well you know what? City people are good at getting along with people from different backgrounds with different beliefs and opinions. City people are adept with social politics because that's how large numbers of people live together without killing each other. City people have interesting jobs in science, technology, and the arts. City people are accommodating. City people understand and employ irony, metaphor, and abstract thinking. I like living in an apartment, even if I can't grow my own vegetables. I suck at growing vegetables anyway. I like fancy cheeses. I like public transit, being able to walk to the library, talking about nerdy things with a bunch of other nerds, foreign films, PBS, science museums, shawarma and sushi (on the same day, even!), talking to people who come from other countries, exotic fabric stores, restaurants with cloth tablecloths, esoteric concerts, shop signs in other alphabets, not wearing jeans, and access to an international airport. Yes, I do love getting out into the beauty of the countryside, but that's been part of the urbanite's identity as long as you've had to travel any distance to get out of a city. I AM A CITY PERSON! HEAR ME ROAR! (But not too loudly as it may upset the neighbours.)
I AM A CITY PERSON.
This is a hard thing to acknowledge, and I think I've been in denial about it for some time. I mean, yes, I have spent my entire life living in relatively large cities*, but I was simultaneously raised with the belief that city people were useless, sentimental, materialistic sophisticates who couldn't find their bum with both hands unless involved in some godless sexual deviation. Country people knew how to get things done, had the common sense god gave geese, could see through the veil of crap and lies that were the stock and trade of the urban shyster, and through diligence, honesty, and clean livin' could accomplish anything.
*Well, okay, most of it was technically in the suburbs, but it was not rural
Well you know what? City people are good at getting along with people from different backgrounds with different beliefs and opinions. City people are adept with social politics because that's how large numbers of people live together without killing each other. City people have interesting jobs in science, technology, and the arts. City people are accommodating. City people understand and employ irony, metaphor, and abstract thinking. I like living in an apartment, even if I can't grow my own vegetables. I suck at growing vegetables anyway. I like fancy cheeses. I like public transit, being able to walk to the library, talking about nerdy things with a bunch of other nerds, foreign films, PBS, science museums, shawarma and sushi (on the same day, even!), talking to people who come from other countries, exotic fabric stores, restaurants with cloth tablecloths, esoteric concerts, shop signs in other alphabets, not wearing jeans, and access to an international airport. Yes, I do love getting out into the beauty of the countryside, but that's been part of the urbanite's identity as long as you've had to travel any distance to get out of a city. I AM A CITY PERSON! HEAR ME ROAR! (But not too loudly as it may upset the neighbours.)
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:52 am (UTC)Unfortunately I realised it for definite shortly after we moved out here... to the countryside. A mortgage and a baby later, the plan to move back home to London has been pretty much scrapped, but I miss all the things you've talked about up there so much. SO MUCH.
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Date: 2009-01-22 02:32 pm (UTC)Hear! Hear!
I keep on hearing the same thing from people too. (except mine usually is followed by an immediate bashing of Toronto) Also, we don't have irrational fears. I met a girl who said she'd never take public transit because when she was 10 she caught a cold after riding the Toronto Subway. -_-
I love crossing the street into another neighborhood and suddenly it's Chinatown! Greektown! Little Italy! Turn around the corner, hey, there's a public library! Secondhand book shops! Tiny stores that sells weird stuff! People on the subway that I could draw (without trying to comment to "improve" my drawings)! Fancy ass coffee that has names no one can remember or pronounce! Asian groceries! Indian buffets! Comic books! And most importantly, HIGH SPEED INTERNET! :DD
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Date: 2009-01-22 02:45 pm (UTC)Maybe I'd have been a city person if I'd had better experiences with cities when I was younger, but alas. The only larger city I've spent enough time in to get a feeling of "city life" is our incredibly nasty capital, Oslo. Bwwwrrr! I was never happier to sit in a car or on a bus for five hours than when we went home from Oslo.
I'm a born country bumpkin. For many years I tried "aspiring to something better", because I was told it would make me feel happy and accomplished... but it didn't really. Not as happy as mindless fun for no other reason than having fun makes me. I still think I'm fairly open minded and that I'm pretty good at getting along with people. It's just that I'm willing to forsake most of the pleasures of city life to have what I personally perceive as freedom.
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Date: 2009-01-22 05:12 pm (UTC)I bitch about this all the time irl. That new Rene Zellweger movie has really been bringing it up with me-- in movies/tv/books/etc, big city people always get stuck in the country and eventually love it and realize their city lifestyle is petty or pretentious-- it's such bull shit. Country people never to go the city and realize how much better it is. :/
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Date: 2009-01-22 05:42 pm (UTC)AND IT IS GLORIOUS.
Stores I can see from my window! The ability to walk to school because it is across the street! People with dogs to pet everywhere! People who wear odd hats! Buses! Trains! More than three houses within a kilometre of mine!
I still like the country, mind you. I've just found something better, is all. ;)
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Date: 2009-01-22 05:43 pm (UTC)I do find the London Underground both fascinating and horribly claustrophobic, though.
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Date: 2009-01-22 07:17 pm (UTC)I think the smallest city I could live in would be 60,000ish, nothing smaller and well diverse, please.
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Date: 2009-01-22 07:54 pm (UTC)doo doo doo doo doo doo doooooooo
Hoho, Mercedes Lullaby, could you tell.
& I will endeavor to comment on the actual content next time and not just your music, super though it may be.
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Date: 2009-01-22 09:12 pm (UTC)Everything you just said. Right there. I feel EXACTLY LIKE THAT (right down to having grown up on the urban side of suburban).
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Date: 2009-01-23 04:12 am (UTC)I finally moved to the city when I started college, and I swear, I will never go back. Never! There's so much more stuff to do here!
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Date: 2009-01-23 08:32 am (UTC)Of course, since there's an influx of students from much larger urban areas, there's an interesting culture clash that tends to happen between the old, conservative farm-based locals and the young, comparatively radical city kids. Of course, being a local, but not being from a farming or ranching family, my feathers get ruffled when some 18-year-old who thinks they know everything cracks a joke about hicks or how much they hate it here, or even assume I'm some sort of ignorant yokel who doesn't understand culture or city life despite the fact that I've been to Europe twice, New York, and visit friends and family in big cities all along the West Coast routinely.
Conversely, I hate being out doing some shopping somewhere and overhearing some old farmers make racist/sexist comments, or hear about how so-and-so got out of a punishment they deserved because politics here does still run on the good ol' boy system. And yeah, I hate that our shopping is limited, and that our local economy is small enough that one Hollywood Video opening is enough to shut down every other small video store in the entire city within a year. We don't have much in the way of public transportation, and we don't get any independent or foreign films unless they become popular in the mainstream like "Juno" or "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon".
I could go on, but really, I guess the gist is I'm not that enthralled by the elitism and condescension of both sides toward the other, and there are definitely pros and cons to either ways of life.
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Date: 2009-01-23 01:24 pm (UTC)http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=UgqVCJpRqWQ
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Date: 2009-01-23 01:34 pm (UTC)http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=wDnEoHgC8IA
I spent the first part of my life in what I believe at the time was the biggest city in the world.. then lived on a farm for a while. Then moved to LA. Then London. On the whole the only thing I can't bear is a suburb, but definitely I'm a Town Mouse. Me and Sherlock:
"Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there."
"Good heavens!" I cried. "Who would associate crime with these dear old homesteads?"
"They always fill me with a certain horror. It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside."
"You horrify me!"
"But the reason is very obvious. The pressure of public opinion can do in the town what the law cannot accomplish. There is no lane so vile that the scream of a tortured child, or the thud of a drunkard's blow, does not beget sympathy and indignation among the neighbours, and then the whole machinery of justice is ever so close that a word of complaint can set it going, and there is but a step between the crime and the dock. But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law. Think of the deeds of hellish cruelty, the hidden wickedness which may go on, year in, year out, in such places, and none the wiser. Had this lady who appeals to us for help gone to live in Winchester, I should never have had a fear for her. It is the five miles of country which makes the danger. "
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Date: 2009-01-23 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-24 12:20 am (UTC)I like me the fine, fresh air every now and again. But when you get right down to it, I'd rather be in the city anyway.
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Date: 2009-01-26 04:58 pm (UTC)Right now I live in provincial Annapolis, which has a historic district big enough to have almost everything I need within reasonable walking distance, a bearable bus system, and a great local art and theatre scene. It's small enough to have that small-town feel which comes when you walk down the street and all the shopkeepers know you and you always stop to talk to people you know on the street, but big enough to support several theatres, galleries, and concert halls. And DC is a 40-minute bus ride away. Win-win situation for me.