I’m in Park City this week, skiing with Doh and staying with my family. I love Utah. I forgot how much I love the beauty of the mountains and the snow. I feel like me here.

Gorgeous.

XoXo

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I live in Los Angeles. And I get that traffic and driving are a real issue here. But yesterday morning when driving over Laurel Canyon, I had a man try to cut into traffic in front of me so close, that he nearly hit me. I had to slam on my brakes, even though I had a green light and the right of way, and there were no cars behind me (but two had already passed in front of me, i.e. I was the third car through the light).

Now, I reserve honking for very special occasions because frankly, if you honked as often as people do stupid driving shit in L.A. - you’d be replacing your horn mechanics every couple months. There are some seriously retarded drivers here. There just are. And I’ll admit, I’ve been one of them. Like last week, when, for the first time since I moved here many years ago, I got in my first fender bender. And it was totally my fault. I tried to squeeze past a car to go right and didn’t quite make it. Oops. In hindsight waiting for the light would’ve cost me a lot less. But you know what my first reaction was? To get out of the car and ask the man in the car I bumped if he was okay and apologize profusely for my stupidity. Thanks to my impatience, he would now be late for wherever he was going. He was very nice about the whole thing and since I only gave his bumper a scratch, we drove away without any issues. I lucked out. But I really was sorry for ruining 10 minutes of this stranger’s time and a coat of paint on his bumper.

Back to my little traffic incident. I did not honk at the jack ass man in the Lexus SUV who nearly hit me. Instead I just sort of shook my head after recovering from the screeching brakes I had just hit. This lovely man, for his part, fully admitted he was in the wrong by punching down his horn, at me, rolling down his window, at me, and flipping me off screaming “F**K YOU!” over and over again.

Hmmm….

This left me disturbed for a few reasons.

1) He was totally, 100%, without a doubt in the wrong. Had he hit me, he’d be paying for it and at fault in the police accident report.

2) There was no one behind me… A literal 3 second wait for me to get through the light would’ve had joe blow uber important off on his merry little way.

3) What the hell happened to chivalry? Gentlemen? Okay, forget even chivalry then, what about just good ‘ol common decency and civility?

I drove the rest of the way to work very upset. I kept thinking, I just can’t imagine my dad or any of the important men in my life doing that to a woman. It’s even worse that he was wrong, but even if he hadn’t been, does that make it okay to flip women off and yell obscenities at them from your car? It made me really sad.

Where are the real men in this city? I don’t care about your Lexus or your suit. How about some manners and graciousness?

XoXo

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