Via LA Observed, I found this gem of a writer who seems hell-bent on acceptance and stardom in her pseudo-native Los Angeles - if only she could stop crapping all over it.
Oh, but doesn't she just love San Francisco. It's so pure and unaffected. So true and nonmaterialistic. Such a load of poo on its own.
I swear, if someone wants to slam LA, be my guest. But try to come up with an original complaint and not the same, tired movie industry cliches and snark about the air quality which is factually inccurate as well as annoying.