I've been making some of them and I'm exhausted.
You're right. They are tiresome.
The paradox is, and it is funny, is that being born and raised here we learn to love New Orleans and hate it so. That, I believe, is called 'sense of place.'
There is no such thing as a fairly accurate impression of New Orleans. It can only be lived, beginning to end, to be accurate. That is true of anyplace in the world.
Megan, as a native New Orleanian, wouldn't you rather this unique un-American city be left out of the spotlight? That is impossible, of course, because it is a failed city cursed to rely on the culture-drain of tourism.
Megan, these are very good. But it would be best, when you can afford to do so, to stop writing them. Let these things along the bus route live and die in anonymity. That is how cultures endure.
Eric, as you know and it is admittedly ungracious to point out,
you are merely a guest here. You will never be anything else. Please, as you suck at the culture of New Orleans, keep your opinions on neighborhood names, etc. To yourself.
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