It’s that odd dumbstruck jolting feeling you get as soon as you step more than 25 miles away from this most progressive and funked-out and deeply flawed and self-consciously screwy of kaleidoscopic American urban metropoli: oh my freaking God, what is happening to the world? This is what you say. To yourself. Probably.
(i still love this article, six years after the fact)”—The Great San Francisco Bubble / Life in America’s last great progressive cocoon, as conservatives snicker and pule