I don’t know if anyone remember this, but there was this ginormous wildfire in Griffith Park last year that took the cooperative efforts of our gallant county and city fire departments to control before it spread to neighboring communities and obliterated the park altogether. As amazing as this was, in the following months the civic pride recognizing the rescue efforts was quickly replaced by community outrage that large portions of the park were off limits to regular citizens.
While park and city officials argued the extended closures were required for displaced animals to readjust, vegetation to regrow, and to ensure trails were safe again for the public, critical residents accused Rec & Parks of mismanagement, poorly updating the public, and dragging their feet; city councilman Tom LaBonge of using the fires to pursue his own agenda while (and hiking in the park without restrictions), and mostly expressing their eagerness to get back to walking, biking, or riding the trails.
And there are those people who thrive in this ego and fame obsessesed city, the “self important jackholes” who expect and demand special treatment from regular citizens because of who think they are or who they know. These are the people who shamelessly drop the line, “don’t you know who I am” either verbatim, or in coded speak. One reader wrote he’d once seen “Kevin Spacey utterly cringe as his boyfriend demanded a table at Fred 62, even though there was a 45 minute wait, screaming ‘Do you know who this is?'” Although, in my experience, A list celebrities are less likely to lower themselves to this behavior than agents and, worse, talent managers.
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