It feels almost blasphemous as a lifelong East Coaster to say this but I'll go ahead and say it anyway: I kind of dig L.A.
There is a little more grit and a little less plastic than I thought. I mean, don't get me wrong: there are freaks aplenty, especially the hapless creature at Whole Foods whose collagen-filled lips puffed all the way up to her nose and who, by the by, took no less than 17 minutes to "help" me with the 99-cent cupcake I wanted to purchase. (By 9 minutes, I knew I was in it for the long haul. I was going to have that cupcake if it killed me. Dan: "There's a reason why they call it La La Land, and SHE is IT.")
It's just that there's a definite sense of hopefulness in the air: people sing along - loudly - to their iPods, in what I'm guessing is a passive gesture of hoping to be discovered. And when a kind of simple optimism is the default emotion of a city, well hey, that's kind of neat, right?