What can I say? I just moved here after graduating college. Not for employment opportunities, but for my boyfriend. Like many others in my situation, he loves it. I, however, absolutely loath this grey, cold and humorless shithole.
The weather alone is deadly. Forget about questions of precipitation. It's mid-June and that ever present grey sky is sticking like a fly on shit. I don't know about everyone else, but this quality alone is enough to make me run for some sunnier hills.
Of course, my reaction to Seattle's depressing weather is only reinforced by my native Southern California heritage. LA, to be exact. Yeah, LA, is also full of pretentious dipshits, but at least they have a sense of humor and awareness of their shallowness. Which brings me to the people. The stupid, arrogant, privileged, WHITE, borg-like assholes that consider themselves Seattlites (which is the lamest fucking term for an urban dweller that I've ever had the displeasure of hearing).
I'm gay, and you'd think that with all of of its self-proclaimed liberalism, I'd fit right in. WRONG! Like others have noted, the extreme feminism and perceived progressivism in this city seems to have allocated men, of any orientation, a specific rung on the societal ladder; one that is distinctly below them. Eye contact, friendly smiles, even simple acknowledgement of the existence of another human being is grounds for passive-aggressive and/or cold reactions. Seattle and its inhabitants are some real ice-queens, to coin an understatement.
Let's move on to the all the amazing and culturally enriching experiences one can have while in Seattle. Wait. There are none. Unless one considers pretentious, elitist restaurants and bars to be culturally enriching, finding anything that actually stimulates that human sense of wonder or admiration are few and far between. The best thing I've seen is the Woodland Park Zoo, and even there the animals seem disengaged and slightly indifferent.
For all of LA's flaws (and there are many), you can at least bet your life that on any given day, and in any part of town, you'll see people who look different from you. Different skin colors and different perspectives on the world. Not here, in the social and ethnic void known as Seattle.
And punch me if I'm wrong, but there is something completely unnatural about being deprived from the sun for 8+ months out of the year. To state the obvious, the sun has a HUGE impact on how people feel, which might explain why Seattle's residents are so hard put to treat others with minimal human decency.
And yes, the drivers are fucking inept, pieces of human shit. Just the other day, in the overpriced city Target, I was pulling out of my parking space when this fuck-tard white guy pulls around the corner and proceeds to maneuver his car around mine, almost hitting me, all while giving me the finger (presumably from his sense of entitlement as a superior Seattlite).
I've tried my damnedest to like this city. The few sunny days I've seen have been nice, but not nearly as nice as sunny So-Cal. It is beautiful here if you can get past the ever looming sense of foreboding. I've seen the forests, the mountains, the lakes and rivers. All beautiful. But nothing you can't get at other location in the US. And usually without the ever-present grey skies.
I happen to live across the street from the Space Needle; that eyesore that was built solely for some world's fair a few decades ago. Funny how this city is known only for grunge and this epic architectural failure. Both from times already passed. And yet, everywhere you go, you see signage hailing Seattle as having the Best "insert" in the country, even the world. Give me a fucking break. Aside from the pointless and unsustainable monorail (which is convenient only if you happen to live near it and only go to one location downtown), the transportation system sucks. For a city that praises itself for progressive thinking, it sure as fuck missed the boat when it comes to providing affordable, and fast mobility between it's unremarkable corners.
Let's not forget about the down played commercialism that infests every corner of this city. From ugly, modern and entirely too large condos to overpriced restaurants that lack variety, the whole city is one big homage to American capitalism. One that Seattle residents would say they find morally objectionable. But alas, this city is full of hypocrites.
I haven't even attempted to make friends because as soon as I got out of the moving truck, I felt it. That icy-ness that every normal human being speaks of. Fact is, I feel superior. Superior for my sense of humor, for not being afraid to be politically incorrect at times, for my love of the life-giving sun, and my natural abhorrence for communities that lack ethnic and cultural diversity.
I keep, ever-so-gently, telling my boyfriend that we should move back to California. I've had no success yet. Maybe it's time to break up. To rid myself of this daily experience, I just might do it. I've spent my days looking for work; hours and hours scouring the internet for good paying jobs that will support my education and work experience. All I've found are jobs that somehow seem to discourage degrees, and more often than not, want you to explain why your passionate about working in the grocery industry, the art of coffee making or why fine beer and wine are your reason for living. But I'm no idiot. I know that this exists elsewhere too. But it doesn't seem as pronounced as here. And it would be more tolerable if the people, weather and culture were there to take you in after the dehumanizing experience of selling yourself to a pretentious health food store or gourmet coffee joint. To put it mildly, living in Seattle while slinging coffee and pretending it's an art form is my worst nightmare realized.
I'd rather have the shits for the rest of my life that suffer one more day in this zombie city. Maybe that's why they love zombies so much?
Anyway, that's the end of my big dump on Seattle. New comers, beware. Current residents, eat shit.