There are a lot of misconceptions about where I live. Some people think Silver Lake is just one of the obscure L.A. neighborhood where all "the gays" are. Other's think it's made up exclusively of ironically mustachioed hipsters. The bulk of the people I run into like to tell me about how it's populated by pot-smoking, organic food-eating, hippie socialists. That's usually when I whip my Communist Party membership card out of my hemp messenger bag*. I keep it next to my locally-made, vintage bong**. Shuts them up pretty quick.
Actually, I just tell them the truth about Silver Lake. Which is that it's awesome! I, for one, am a big fan, anyway. I love all the diverse families and organic eateries and the close-knit community atmosphere. It's a pretty traditional neighborhood. We've got a park across the street where the kids play soccer games on Saturdays. We've got my friendly neighborhood 7-Eleven just down at the corner. Everybody's got a kid or a dog or no kids and two dogs or whatever kid/dog combination works best for them. They have conversations about where the best public schools are or what the new library's like. Pretty regular stuff. Except it's better than your neighborhood because our propane tank thingies look like robots.
Some days, though, neighbors leave scraps of paper under people's windshield wipers.
Over the past few years, I have noticed the unfortunate recurring theme of the passive agressive Silver Lake car note. Although this note is a little more aggressive agressive, what with the threat of the ominous follow-up warning. What happens on the 2nd warning, I wonder? A call home? And a parent conference after the 3rd warning? Can you tell I've had my share of experience with "warnings"? I'm not sure if it's unique to this area, I just know I haven't really seen it anywhere else. I guess it's what happens when you give the power of the pen to an angry hipster. (Wakka wakka!)
This does prove, however, that anonymous ranting exists independent of internet message boards. For some reason, I find that comforting.
If you enjoy reading/receiving passive aggressive notes, boy do I have a website for you.
*My messenger bag really is made of hemp.
**I don't actually have one of these.