Tell me about it. I used to live near the San Fernando valley. (That's the ancestral home of valley girls.) Nightclub bombings, beheadings, knifings, various assaults . . . They even massacred the local Charlie Hebdo office for having a magazine cover that said, "Oh my gosh! Gag me with a spoon!" and ran down a bunch of people on Venice beach in a truck loaded with bikinis. Now, I know that most valley girls are just fine, but those that aren't -- oh, my gosh! I had to get out for my own personal safety to a place that wasn't trying its hardest to commit cultural suicide. Back to my hometown of Detroit maybe.
