Because nobody does California clichés better than the NYT
The New York Times loves to hate on California. It’s like the urge to do donuts while eating donuts in a rental car. Some things are hard-coded. And they’re really good at it too. NYT’s staff and stable of freelancers can pour on cliché about California like a mini-bar bottle of Bacardi Limon into a Tumeric smoothie made with raw honey, cayenne and trace minerals.
Californians are the liberals of state pride. Someone can come in and shit all over the state of mind (not to mention the actual, physical state) and we just seem to shrug and take it, because—you know—we’re right and we know it.
Whereas, were I to hang in New York for 72 hours and write about it not only as if I belonged…but as if everyone else living there didn’t have a fucking germ of an idea what it is they actually…
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