You know that trope of a little kid that follows a theme park mascot and then sees them take their helmet off to see it’s really some sweaty middle aged dude with a mustache in there? That’s what going to LA is like, all the romantic glitter and glamour of “Hollywood” dissolves and you just see this smoggy, dingy reality underneath it.
The first time my step dad saw the Hollywood walk of fame, he assumed he stumbled upon some cheap facsimile of it because the area just looked so tacky.
You know that trope of a little kid that follows a theme park mascot and then sees them take their helmet off to see it’s really some sweaty middle aged dude with a mustache in there? That’s what going to LA is like, all the romantic glitter and glamour of “Hollywood” dissolves and you just see this smoggy, dingy reality underneath it.
I kind of laugh whenever I see tourists, feels like it must be a massive disappointment. Gonna hate the Olympics being here
The first time my step dad saw the Hollywood walk of fame, he assumed he stumbled upon some cheap facsimile of it because the area just looked so tacky.