jeblucas's Journal: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love White People

So, Hadar and I have been in CA for about a month now. We have closed escrow on a house in Agoura Hills, a sleepy suburb of LA. There's one thing we've noticed more than anything else about the neighborhood: everyone is white. I'm not really one for White Man's Guilt or anything, but man, EVERYONE IS WHITE. It's a little weird. I've been referring to the area as the Unicultural Center. Ever seen Night at the Apollo, where someone makes fun of white people? It's really like that here. I see klatches of Moms making changes to the Swim Team Regulations, I see kids with $200 of protective gear waddling around trying to play street hockey, I have to move out of the way of horses from time to time. Stepford, here we come.

True enough

[bellus quies]

The whole of the Conejo Valley is quite bland. I've had a friend of a friend call it Mayberry compared to their local in the San Fernando Valley.