I was taking a jog with a friend past LA houses in Brentwood. Well, she was jogging. I was kind of moving in a semblance of jog. But basically, when I run, people pass me walking.
Some of the houses had tacky gold lions on the gates. My friend explained that these were the homes of Iranian immigrants. And yes, to us the decor is tacky. It's not our taste, but we can't impose our taste on another culture. If we only took to the same liberal point of view to white trash. "Pink Flamingos in the lawn aren't my taste." "Sitting in fold out chairs outside your mobile home, chugging a Pabst and then resting the beer on your belly fat isn't my choice...""Screwing my cousin isn't my idea of a fun Saturday night, but..."
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