Let’s face it: we live in the Third World.  Our roads are crumbling, our mass transit system is feeble, our city government is riddled with corruption, our schools are failing.  People wine and dine on $25 hamburgers in $400 shoes while two blocks over, a network of tents house the certifiably insane, the terminally ill and the underprivileged.  We sprawl to such an extent that we are utterly unmanageable and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Often hailed as the “Capital of the Third World”, Los Angeles is perhaps the most diverse city in the world.  Yet diversity is not solely dependent on skin color or culture; money has a bit to do with it.  This is possibly one of the most classist cities in the United States with a huge disparity between groups that most tourists never see.  As such, Los Angeles hosts a large number of immigrants that give the city its vibrant patchwork identity.

Most lifestyle and neighborhood blogs about Los Angeles take root in the manicured sidewalks of Beverly Hills, the hyped Hollywood eateries of celebrity chefs, or the chic and pretentious boutiques of West Hollywood.  This is not your froofy guide to some crap on the Strip!  This is a celebration of everything deemed ridiculous and wrong in our fair city.  This is for the Angelenos out there who feel like foreigners in their own city…and who wouldn’t mind keeping it that way.