I always had the fantasy of Hollywood and Los Angeles and the beach, not realizing that Hollywood was so very far from the beach.
I'm thankful for Sarah Palin's vice presidential bid, which taught us that Alaska is not in a box off the coast of California.
There's this false notion that this is a regional phenomenon, when in fact every state in the union has hardcore rednecks. No exceptions.
I used to be on the Internet a lot, so all my friends on the Internet were from California.
Pensacola isn't Florida, really. It's the Panhandle. It's right up there near Alabama and Louisiana. It's, like, a stroll away from New Orleans. I feel like New Orleans is home.
I always figured Metropolis was north of New York, actually. Between New York and Boston, in my mind.
Often, Americans think any northern English accent is Australian.
I resist and resent the idea of California as a metaphor. It's something thrust upon us, usually by people in the East.
To mistake Midland for the volk heartland is the West Texas equivalent of assuming that Greenwich, Connecticut, is Levittown.
