california marches to the beat of its own multi-colored-tree-hugging-naked-y-tattooed-sporting-pimped-out-souped-up-hydrolysized drum.

i was blissfully unaware of this until i moved from los angeles to nyc a few years ago and got knocked upside the head with all things new york.

but this blog is about CA not NY.

((insert disclaimer here: the people i talk about below have hearts as big as the ocean: i am just making an observation about how californians roll))

take for example, california based religion:

californians lo-ooove making up their own rules and religions. there is a reason both kabbalah and the church of scientology have their headquarters in my hometown of los angeles. i have a friend training to be a high priestess who is currently knee-deep in writing her own bible doctrine, and my los angeles neighborhood yoga teacher/chiropractor/spiritual healer just made up a religion of his own too. dr. yogachirosprirhealer's working title is Practical Spirituality, and the circular logic is more or less thinking is doing is believing is achieving is thinking.

or what about a certain self proclaimed "conservative christian" near and dear to my heart who has a pot-farm in her back yard for "medical purposes". erm last time i checked----you ain't sick boo.

or politics. i loved my manhattan co-worker's dumbfounded look when i told her that action star arnold schwarzenegger ran against childhood and reality tv whore gary coleman and porn star mary carey. aaaaand won. or that los angeles politicos fail to see the irony in wanting to hire illegal immigrants to build a wall around the California-Mexico border…to keep illegal immigrants out.

or schooling. UC San Diego is connected to the beach. a nude beach. my college paraglide instructor gave me one suggestion and one suggestion only when flying, "if you look down, brace yourself for 800 pounds of ugly."

i could go on, but i am dangerously close to rambling as it is. my point, if i even have one is this: marching to the beat of your own drum, being different and all that jazz is all gravy baby, but just be aware, my golden-california-children-of-the-sunshine, that we are dangerously close to becoming THAT STATE. you know. the one that spawed paris hilton.

ok, self righteous rant over.


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