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Damn You WeHo City Planners!!!

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While it is hard for most to understand or imagine, once you have become entrenched in the archipelagic enclave of skyscrapers and bona fide mass transit that is Manhattan Island, it is difficult to leave. For a New Yorker, geographic displacement can fester into a self-induced internalized affront (even if just for a few short days). But the compelling lure of a free trip to Los Angeles to accompany my aunt on a business trip that entailed getting wasted in Magic Castle with that guy who played Greg Brady was too much camp for me to resist.

So in February 2005, I made my first trip ever to Los Angeles. During the taxi ride to the hotel, I saw smog and bitched about the smog; I saw an oil field and bitched about the oil field; I saw lots of mid-day traffic and bitched about the traffic; and I saw women wearing shorts with furry winter boots and bitched about the shorts and furry winter boots. And when I got to our hotel near San Vicente and Sunset, I stopped bitching because I had instantly fallen in love with the City of West Hollywood (affectionately known as WeHo). I don't know if it was the view of the hills, the palm trees, the nightly battle of crickets versus nightclubs, the urban, yet uncrowded context, the cleanliness of the sidewalks, or the blatant community cohesion, but I knew immediately that it was the one and only place I wanted to call home. The rest of my WeHo love story is admittedly boring -- it entails going back to New York and selling my soul in order to be able to live in a modest condo in West Hollywood. Since then, living in WeHo has for the most part been utterly lovely...Until now....

I don't know what the hell is wrong with the city planners of West Hollywood! It is as if they have lost their minds and decided to forgo true logical thought. With seemingly little attention given to the sustainable growth paradigm, they just keep on building and building and building and building and building and building and building and building. And building. And building and building and building. Maybe they have been dabbling in some of that brain-damaging meth that is supposedly circulating around West Hollywood and are now incapable of non-compulsive construction project approval. Maybe they have some residual earthquake weather craziness that they just can't shake that is hindering their rationale. I just don't know what is going through their city-planning heads.

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And while I might be able to one day forgive them should all of this sudden construction turn out to be an okay/good/great idea, this is not what I signed up for, and I can't help but go on this "Ten Reasons to be Pissed at the WeHo City Planners in No Particular Order" Rant: