Roasted Mar 9, 202693 views93 pts
We're sorry. Actually, no we're not.
Wilshire Boulevard perfectly encapsulates Santa Monica's entire existence: desperate wannabes spending 90% of their tech salary on a 400-square-foot closet just so they can tell people they live in Santa Monica. You're paying $4,500 a month to live next to your neighbors' kitchen while pretending your German luxury lease makes you successful.
Nothing screams "coastal sophistication" quite like a pedestrian mall packed with tourists photographing chain stores they could visit back home. The Promenade is where dreams of bohemian beach culture go to die, replaced by Gap stores and street performers who peaked in 2003. It's basically a strip mall that got a participation trophy for being near the ocean.
Santa Monica has perfected the art of financial torture through parking. You'll spend 30 minutes circling for a spot, feed the meter for three hours, then get a $75 ticket because your meter expired by six minutes. The city treats parking tickets like a second tax base. At least the bankruptcy is beachfront!
Where else can you spend $18 on a "superfood bowl" that's basically lettuce with pretentious attitude? Santa Monica's food scene is built on organic everything, locally sourced nonsense, and the revolutionary concept of putting avocado on toast for $16. Your wallet will be lighter than your gluten-free, sugar-free, joy-free meal.
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