Maybe You’re Not So Bad, New York Times

Everyone knows that the New York Times has its chardonnay-and-ink-stained finger directly on the pulse of what’s hot in the upper-middle-class TriBeCa and Park Slope social scenes. Seriously: How would the world where to get the best organic honey in Manhattan if not for the Grey Lady? This is important journalism.

And as Travis pointed out yesterday, the Times does love to take its shots at LA, which its writers (and much of the east coast) seem to believe is populated entirely by Latin Kings, the supporting cast of Beverly Hills Cop, and Angelyne (“Hollywood types?” Really, Times? Really?).

But the Times redeemed its harsh words recently when it named Los Angeles #11 in the 31 places to go in 2010. Sure, it focused a bit much on our many art galleries, and utterly ignored the incredible diversity of neighborhoods, restaurants, night spots and shopping districts. And to the comment that LA has a “lack of an old-fashioned cultural neighborhood,” I’d point our friends at the Times to Chinatown, Little Tokyo, Little Armenia, Little Ethiopia, Boyle Heights, Los Feliz, Thai Town… well, you get the idea. Sure, we may have absolutely no culture or history whatsoever when you compare us to The City That Never Sleeps Because It’s Too Busy Constantly Reminding Us How Totally Totally Awesome It Is, but we make do.

But we’ll take it as a compliment that our turtleneck-wearing friends to the east seem to think that our hopeful little hamlet is worth a visit. Here’s to ya, New York Times!

5 thoughts on “Maybe You’re Not So Bad, New York Times”

  1. Oy. The Times rarely seems so out of touch as they do when writing about LA. Every one of their writers, to a (wo)man, seems to have an “let’s take an ironic suburban safari!” approach to it.

  2. I went to New York once.


    Seriously, I think it’s a great town, but it’s a freakin’ island. Islands have limited room.
    We roll up to sea, to where it laps at our toes. We turn around and shade our brows so we can see the snow on the peaks. We drive thirty minutes and find:
    fruit trees
    affordable housing
    delicious Mexican food (have you HAD what they call a taco in New York?)

    go a little farther and
    an international border with a fascinating place
    a town the French called ‘the most habitable place in America’ (that’s Santa Barbara, btw)

    I shouldn’t complain- the New York Times has never even been to the SGV (“we drove through rusting oil fields, the sturdy brown-skinned children waving to our Maybach sedan”), but they are still nicer than ‘Los Angeles’ magazine. I’m just sayin’.

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