It’s always been one of the more offensive things about the west coast to me, but Californians have more than just a distaste or aversion to dressing formally. They derive an inscrutable pride in not doing so. As if the ability to show up to a funeral in shorts is some state of enlightenment and they’re fashionably nirvanic.
Neither BG nor I were from California (he hailed from Cleveland, I from NYC). However, there are two kinds of LA transplants: those who dive head first into the deep end of the Californian lifestyle pool (or what they thought that pool was anyway), and New Yorkers.
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