I’ve been wanting to write a post like this for awhile, in part from a
desire to constructively critique what I see as an unhelpful attitude
in hopes of making it better, but also in part from a desire to, if I’m
being honest, just straight-up complain about something that bugs me.
Hey, this
is the internet, after all.
In
Wanderlust: A History of Walking, Rebecca Solnit writes that “When you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back.” I haven’t lived in a
lot of
places in my life, but I’ve moved around more than most people I know
well, which is to say that within the context of my friends and family,
at least, I see myself as a bit of a vagabond. And Solnit’s is probably
the best single-sentence explanation of what I’ve learned through my
relocations about the relationship between people and places.
I
like it because it captures both the good and the bad. Like any
relationship, if you give very little to a place, you’re likely to get
little in return. If you give a lot in the form of negativity (distrust,
discontent, etc.), you’re likely to get those feelings echoed back to
you. On the other hand, the more willing you are to give a place a
chance, to assume the best (or at least hope for the best), the more
likely that place will be to give you a chance to find a meaningful
niche within it.
Why bring this up? Well, the last few places I’ve lived are places that are seen as being...umm...
not ideal
by many of their residents. So I’ve had a lot of time over the last
decade to both a) listen to other locals talk about how much the place
where I live sucks, and b) think about why, if said place’s sucking is
so apparently obvious, I still enjoy living there.
Lindsey and I
have talked about this a lot, especially when we lived in Pullman
together. In my eyes, Pullman is a pretty typical college town that
commits the Apparently Unforgiveable Sin of not existing within a
half-hour’s drive of a thriving metropolitan area. In a country where
gentrification, suburban sprawl, and exurban sprawl have made it
increasingly difficult to find places with legitimate local character,
apparently what a charming city nestled within
the geographically-fascinating Palouse and featuring a functional downtown needs is to be closer to a mall. Go figure.
Anyway,
what Lindsey said once during one of these conversations has always
stuck with me. I’m paraphrasing, but it was something along the lines of
“Pullman is a great place, you just have to make your own fun.” I think
that’s been true of most places I’ve lived in my life, and I think that
it’s just as much an explanation of how and why I’ve come to appreciate
each of those places in their own ways as it is an explanation of why
others find it easy to hate them.
Pretty much every time someone
complains about small-town life, the complaint ends with “Well, if it
was just more like Chicago...” or “I used to live in Portland before I
came here, and...”. I’m generalizing, obviously, but there’s typically
an implication that if Small Town X was more like Big City Y, it
wouldn’t have anything wrong with it. Now I admit to being in the
apparent minority of people who enjoy small town life over big city
life, so I’m biased, but this implication seems to be built on shaky
foundations. Typically, it’s based on “culture”: the small town has no
culture, and the big city does. If there was more “culture” in the small
town, it would be better. I can appreciate this line of thought, to a
degree. I like live music. I like the arts. I like seeing these things,
and not having to travel five hours to do so. But more often than not,
“having no culture” really seems to boil down to “not having places
where I can go to spend lots of money.”
Complaints about
there not being a fancy restaurant in town seem to be less about the
quality of the food and more about not being able to publicly drop a
hundred bucks on a meal every Friday night. Complaints about there not
being a cocktail lounge in town are less about the cocktails and more
about not being able to be seen at a cocktail lounge. We’re all working
within the cultural assumption that to be successful is to be able to
have (and be able to spend money on) particular types of experiences,
and when our living situation doesn’t allow for those types of
experiences, we get nervous. In the absence of the established
narrative, it’s hard to demonstrate that we’re successful members of
society in the ways that we’ve been taught to.
That probably
sounds a little snarky, so I should say that I don’t mean this point as
an attack on any particular person or people, but instead as a general
observation: complaints about small town life by people who are
accustomed (or want to be accustomed) to big city life often revolve
around the lack of “culture,” and the shortage of options for an “art
scene” or a “nightlife,” both of which are tied pretty inextricably to
conspicuous consumption,
whether particular individuals recognize that connection consciously or
not. Generally speaking, what you’re really asking for when you’re
asking for “more culture” is more ways to spend more money, and more
ways to be seen spending that money. As much as I love going to concerts
and drinking martinis, living in small towns has really helped me
appreciate how just as much fun can be had at a much lower price point,
with the only real loss being that you might not feel quite as cool
posting on Facebook about the night you spent marathonning
Full House episodes
and eating cheap pizza as you might uploading photos of eating
architecturally-unsound hors d’oeuvres at a $50-a-plate Greek
restaurant. But who cares?
Well, you probably do, at least a little bit. I do, at least a little bit. There’s the rub.
And
this is where it all links back to Lindsey’s point. Cities, and other
large urban areas that have the economic infrastructure for it, thrive
on letting you trade your money for a sense of identity. They tell you
what makes you a successful, happy member of their community, and that
usually (though not always) happens to involve spending lots of money on
stuff. I’ve spent a few weeks in Portland. I’ve spent a few weeks in
Seattle. I’ve spent a few weeks in Chicago. I’ve spent a lot of time in
Cleveland. And I could easily tell you how people in those cities
behave. I could tell you where you get your donuts in Portland. Where to
get a drink in Seattle. Where to get pizza in Chicago. I’d be
generalizing, sure, but that’s sort of the point: there’s a template for
these places, and if you’ve been there even a few times, you’re
familiar with at least some of it. If you asked me what a Chicagoan
does, I’d have a ready answer, despite never having lived there. If you
asked me what someone from Klamath Falls does, I’d have no idea what to
tell you, and I’ve lived here for almost
three years. We...go look at the falls, I guess?
Photo from here.
Cities tell you who to be. Do you
have
to be that person? Of course not, but having a prefabricated sense of
place provided for you can sure be nice. And I think that is, in many
cases, what people are upset about when they decide that they hate a
place like Pullman or Klamath Falls: take that ready-made identity away,
and people have to actually
work to find their place in a community, they actually have to
think about
building identity. Hell, they might even have to do something
uncomfortable to find meaning, like going to moon rock bowling night
with a weird coworker or talking to a Republican. The horror!
Despite
what my above italics might imply, I totally understand the allure of
having all of these things sorted out for you by a place; however, I
strongly believe that it’s actually a very valuable experience to figure
these sorts of things out on your own. Like with most things in life,
the journey is just as important than the destination, if not more so.
Figuring out who you are in the context of a new place seems much more
beneficial and self-edifying to me than just plopping down in a new
place that’s full of opportunities to do things that you would have done
anyway, in the same way you would have done them anyway, like shopping
and eating at the same old chains. Two of the things that really helped
me grow into Klamath Falls when I first moved here were “shopping
around” for a mexican restaurant I liked by trying a bunch of the local
places and creating new running routes while learning about the
geography of my neighborhood and the nearby parks in the process. There
were some duds in both cases (turns out taco trucks generally don’t have
vegetarian tacos), but overall it was way more fun and more productive
than just having my old patterns reinforced.
This is the cycle that Solnit describes in
Wanderlust in action. In a place where I
wouldn’t have
had to work to find my own fun, so to speak, I would never have
bothered. Giving nothing, I would have received little, if anything, in
return. The city itself pushed me, in this instance, and I’m glad it
did. But it also took some effort on my part, of not just throwing up my
hands and sighing and thinking “No taco trucks with veggie options?
What a backwards-ass shithole!” which is the equivalent of many people’s
reactions to places like Pullman and Klamath Falls.
Anyway, I’m
repeating myself at this point. So let’s wrap this up. There is one
other thing that seems to frequently factor into people’s complaints
about particular places that I think is worth addressing here, even if
it’s sort of a minefield: politics. POLITICS!
Politics.
Everywhere
I’ve lived since I started grad school (eastern Washington and southern
Oregon) has been predominantly conservative politically. And yet,
because of what I do for a job and because of my own personality,
beliefs, political leanings, etc., most of my friends and acquaintances
are pretty liberal-minded. Not all, by far (and that’s part of the point
of this...point), but most. So the other predominant complaint I’ve
often heard about these small towns is that they’re filled with
intolerant, unempathetic conservative shitheads (I’m paraphrasing). A
few problems with this:
- While it’s demographically true that
most people in, say, Klamath Falls lean toward the conservative end of
the political spectrum, I’ve seen little evidence that the percentage of
that majority that are intolerant, unempathetic shitheads significantly
exceeds the percentage of people who are shitheads pretty much anywhere
else. And in places where I’ve lived where the liberals are the
majority, there are just as many intolerant, unempathetic, liberal
shitheads grumbling about the conservatives. Which brings me to my
second point...
- Politics in this country these days has
become a team sport in the worst way. My personal beliefs would probably
be categorized by most as swinging hard to the left, but the truth is, I
try to see where everyone is coming from. When I think back to getting
together with a bunch of liberal-minded grad students at a bar and
griping about how the conservatives are ruining the country (which I’ve
done many a time), now I realize two things. First, that complaining
about someone else being intolerant and unempathetic based solely on
their professed political team, you yourself are being pretty obviously
intolerant and unempathetic. Second, that these sorts of judgmental
get-togethers absolutely affirm the stereotypes conservatives often hold
about “ivory tower” liberals...and reinforcing that particular
stereotype is not useful in any way.
- We all have to live
together locally before we can function well globally (or, in this case,
nationally or even state-ly). As I hinted at above, I have a lot of
friends and family who lean more toward the conservative side of the
spectrum. But they’re nice people, so who cares? There are a lot of
people I’ve met who share my political leanings but they aren’t nice
people, and so I’m not particularly inclined to associate with them. To
expand this out a bit, in terms of on-the-street, day-to-day interaction
with the community, Klamath Falls is far and away the friendliest and
most welcoming place I’ve ever lived. I’m aware that many of the people I
meet and chat with on the street might (gasp!) disagree with me on the
legality of abortion, or might (oh no!) be from the other side of the
tracks, or might even (my god!) currently be homeless, but they’re all
pretty goddamn friendly, and I like to think that that counts for
something.
This is all to say that while I certainly
understand the desire to live in a community of like-minded individuals
(and believe that that’s an imperative if you’re from an oppressed group
who is more likely to be treated poorly in a politically unfriendly
environment) in my experience, I’ve found living among difference to be
challenging and often instructive. Sure, it would be nice to live
somewhere with more vegetarian options, or to live in a place where open
mic nights and poetry readings were the norm instead of the exception,
but there’s also a value to living among people who
don’t share
your values. Those people aren’t going anywhere, ever. So what do we
gain by continually trying to create “communities” that make sure “Us”
stays separate from “Them”? Evidence shows overwhelmingly that the best
way to understand and accept someone of a different race, orientation,
nationality, or political perspective is to spend time getting to know
them. And yet being in a community that forces us to do this is seen by
so many as undesirable. I certainly understand this knee-jerk reaction,
but there’s already so many ways these days to turn our little corners
of the world into echo chambers where
we’re the scrappy underdog who sees through the bullshit to the truth.
This is especially possible online, and I can’t help but suspect that
social media has something to do with our increasing distaste for having
to live near people who are unlike us in the physical world. Extending
this echo-chamber mentality to our real-life neighborhoods, to our
towns, to our cities, is disastrous to our sense of community. And yet
it seems to be what most people want.
So, I live in a place that
is not much like me, but I work at putting myself into it. And the self
that I get back is a self that’s a little more willing to accept
difference every day. I try to understand, for a small example, that a
taco truck not selling vegetarian tacos isn’t a political statement or a
personal assault on me, but just an acknowledgment of the local
demographic. I try to understand this and just find a different place to
eat instead of posting a negative Yelp! review and patting myself on
the back for scoring another point against The Conservatives in “the
culture war,” whatever that is.
Despite globalization, despite the
internet, I believe that we live locally first. And, locally, people
are people first, and they are ideologies, moralities, and politics
second. There are some good people here, and I’m trying to learn how to
be one of them. That’s all.