You know you’re a true southern californian if (Orange: school, move to)

[Charles]

You know who Jim Healy is

Jim Healy Tribute Site

http://www.johnspeedie.com/healy/campanis.wav

[BarcelonaFan]

The true Southern Californian to me is the really great laid back white dude. The near-hippie young guy who drives an old school VW van and sells me his awesome tonic juice at the farmers market while railing on to me about the system hassling him. That is bad a$$.

The other true SoCal is the Hispanic American, mostly the children of Mexican or El Salvadorans who walk, take the public transit and do ALL the things that transplants who repeat all the junk social stereotypes about Angelenos and what they supposedly NEVER DO (like walk).

Next is the Persian, Armenian or Jewish component which dominates the middle class.

Last, the annoying transplant that moved over here to land that creative gig or be a part of the industry and has yet to grow out of the stage from sophomore year of college where everyone else is a stupid person for not liking the latest trendy faux indie band, teeters between being a hipster and a scenester, and thinks he is the most creative person in the room. He will grow up to live in an uppity part of town, walk into a Whole Foods completely aloof and just gasp whenever you’re more than fifteen feet away but thinks you’re going to hit him with your car in the parking lot or thinks you’re in his or her way in an aisle at the store, when you're clearly not.

Welcome to LA.

[Charles]

Originally Posted by BarcelonaFan

The true Southern Californian to me is the really great laid back white dude. The near-hippie young guy who drives an old school VW van and sells me his awesome tonic juice at the farmers market while railing on to me about the system hassling him. That is bad a$$.

The other true SoCal is the Hispanic American, mostly the children of Mexican or El Salvadorans who walk, take the public transit and do ALL the things that transplants who repeat all the junk social stereotypes about Angelenos and what they supposedly NEVER DO (like walk).

Next is the Persian, Armenian or Jewish component which dominates the middle class.

Last, the annoying transplant that moved over here to land that creative gig or be a part of the industry and has yet to grow out of the stage from sophomore year of college where everyone else is a stupid person for not liking the latest trendy faux indie band, teeters between being a hipster and a scenester, and thinks he is the most creative person in the room. He will grow up to live in an uppity part of town, walk into a Whole Foods completely aloof and just gasp whenever you’re more than fifteen feet away but thinks you’re going to hit him with your car in the parking lot or thinks you’re in his or her way in an aisle at the store, when you're clearly not.

Welcome to LA.

I like it, especially the part about the annoying transplant with his yankee or red sox hat explaining how much better da westawunts ah back east.

[denverian]

Originally Posted by CALGUY

you know your a true southern Californian if you remember that orange trees grew in abundance along the five freeway in orange county.
Oh, I remember the wonderful aroma of those fabulous groves.
Also you remember when Knotts Berry farm was just that, a farm.
Bob.

Or if your white grandfather used to pick those oranges as a teenager, for extra money, like mine did!

[denverian]

Originally Posted by Charles

I like it, especially the annoying transplant with his yankee or red sox hat explaining how much better da westawunts ah back east.

lol! I worked with a married couple a few years ago who moved to Orange County from Boston for work. They were looking for a house and kept complaining that they wanted a Cape Cod style house that had no view of palm trees because they wanted it to feel like home

[denverian]

Originally Posted by RaymondChandlerLives

If you need a car or truck, go see Cal.

Or if every time you pick up the keys to your car, "Keys, Keys, Keys, Keys on Van Nuys" runs through your head.

[denverian]

Originally Posted by DontH8Me

You know your freeways as the Harbor Fwy, San Diego Fwy, Hollywood Fwy, Santa Monica Fwy, etc.

When you're out on a freeway and hear of a Sigalert in your way, you can quickly figure in your head how to take other freeways to avoid it.

When you want to move to another lane on a freeway, you don't turn on your signal, hoping someone will let you over. You look for an opening, then signal/move over at the same time.

When you're sitting at an on ramp meter, you look over at the car next to you and based on the power of that car, decide if you're going to go first, or conced the race to a more powerful vehicle.

You remember when the smog was so bad that your car would turn brown in summer.

You prefer AM PM over 7-11

You've ever talked someone into going somewhere with you just so you could use the carpool lanes

You understand the Coastal/Inland social hierarchy (anyone who lives closer to the coast than you is an a-hole, anyone who lives further inland than you is socially beneath you)

You really think everyone in the IE is a meth-addicted hillbilly

Your car payment is higher than your share of the rent on your apartment that you share with 6 other people

You had a conversation with Sean William Scott while standing in line to return something at the Sport Chalet at South Coast Plaza and kept wondering where you knew that dude from for the next few hours (ok, maybe that's just me)

[Kurinji]

Originally Posted by disgruntled la native

This list applies more if you're a southern Californian born before 1963.

I was gonna say - I don't want to date myself, but some of the posts predate my recollection of LA.

[smpliving]

Disneyland for grad night.

The day Magic Mountain opened.

Going to middle school with Kurt Russell's sisters (Kurt was 5 years ahead at Thousand Oaks High School when he wasn't being tutored on location).

Going to middle school with Ann-Margaret's stepdaughter.

Zuma Beach on a Friday night

Migrant workers picking strawberries along the fields off the Ventura Freeway in Oxnard/Camarillo.

Watching the filming of Gunsmoke in Thousand Oaks.

Sheep herders and their sheep in Thousand Oaks.

Lots and lots of orange and lemon groves.

Practiced shooting cans below the Ronald Reagan Library (nothing but barren land back then).

Cruising Van Nuys Blvd.

Streaking in high school and junior college (not me).

Frying in baby oil on the beach ... who could get the darkest tan in high school.

[Charles]

You remember jellyfish at the beach (I haven't seen one in like 20 years, what happened to them all?)