Read the full article in the New York Times Room for Debate.
Dirty Spider-Man, angry Batgirl, drunk Wolverine — these are the people in my neighborhood. Hollywood is a wonderfully weird mash-up of idle superheroes, midcentury apartment buildings, empty lots, magic shops, the Magic Castle, office towers and the home of Scientology. We’ve got diversity in spades. Know what else we have? Vacancies.
Skyscrapers won’t destroy the character of Hollywood — after all, Superman can leap tall buildings in a single bound on his way to panhandling — but rows of dark, empty towers will. I see no demand for this kind of dense vertical housing. If you move to Hollywood today, rentals are here for the taking, spacious places with pools, balconies and even fruit trees. Commercial and residential spaces will be carpeted, however. How else will we keep the New Yorkers at bay?
If you want to live vertical, downtown L.A. already has a burgeoning scene of creative professionals, easy access to mass transit … and vacancies. In this city, it’s easier to find an apartment than a TAP card (our version of a Metrocard). I had to buy mine in a liquor store on Hollywood Boulevard, since it’s not sold in subway stations.
Overdeveloping Hollywood so that residents take public transport is truly putting the cart before the horse. Develop our mass transit system so that it goes where many Angelenos need to go, like the west side or the airport, for goodness’ sake. We need more dedicated bus and bike lanes. Otherwise, this new influx of residents will just bring more cars, Capitol Records will become a stylish parking garage, and we’ll all sit in gridlock as the costumed characters stroll by on the sidewalk with it all figured out.
Perhaps the secret plan behind rezoning Hollywood is to fill the skyscrapers with all our disgruntled New York transplants and hope the steel and glass quell them. While native Angelenos adore New York, expats living here have difficulty embracing L.A. I should know; I was one of them. Though my cell number still begins with 917, my heart now bleeds 323. Once I stopped expecting L.A. to be like New York, I began to love what was unique about the quirky city I live in.
After five years of living here, I was looking for a way to lay claim to my adopted hometown, a way to announce that I had finally let go of New York. One lazy afternoon it came to me: I dressed up as Princess Leia, just for kicks, and took my place among my peers on the streets of Hollywood. I never felt more like an Angeleno.