Stuff that just doesn’t make sense…to me…

This is a list of just stuff that I have noticed during my time here…

The shirtless man, all the time, everywhere.

Parking space dibs, all the time, everywhere.

A sense of “Well, look at you being all high class…”

I was called a yuppy hipster because I have a soda stream.

Incredibly attractive people of BOTH sexes date overweight people with beards.

Feminists use the word BABE and GIRL.

Racist white people with dread locks. You guys do know that is REALLY not cool? I guess not.

Anything that is nice or new and unfamiliar to people, is called “fancy”.

Just an observation…

Ok, this is just an observation…what’s the deal with all the people here with dread locks?

No, really.

Here are some thoughts on that, other than I think you look, well, gross.

Having dreadlocks doesn’t mean you are a racist person and sure, you may not have meant to piss people off – but that doesn’t mean that dreadlocks on white people exist in an anti-race vacuum.

From this….

And then there is…this

Maybe it’s because people around here seem to have not paid attention in school.

Dreadlocks are a symbol of Black/African pride and resistance to white supremacist beauty standards and are rooted in Black/African struggles for survival and liberation.

You guys having them? Is kind of a slap in the face to others.

But, what happens here? You all don’t seem to care about that or anything that isn’t two feet in front of your face.

Now, that is my opinion and I also think PGH is a retirement home for punk rockers and a bastion of white trash.

This? Just kind of reinforces that.

Like a Girl…

Nothing enrages this feminist more than calling someone or something “girly” as a sign of weakness or being not as good as a man.

Yesterday, some fixie dude says, “I have my girly gear” on his bike.

My response was, “I know a lot of girls who would beat you out right in a race” in THAT girly gear.

He looked at me with disgust.

Jesus, this place has a problem.

wine for dinner…

So, my friend comes in to town and we are on a mission to try some of the “nicer” places to eat.

We tried to go to this place, Cafe Du jour. It looked really nice so we called them up and got a reservation.

The guy on the phone was nice and all but he informed us that it is cash only and BYOB.

No problem, we think to ourselves.

So, we try and find a place to buy wine. Look, we are what you called, civil liberty spoiled. Things like beer, wine, pot, liquor? Are low priority for law enforcement in the Chicago. It isn’t perfect, seriously, but grabbing a quick bottle of wine before dinner is not a problem.

I had to ask a new Pittsburgh friend where to buy wine. I was informed there was only place to purchase and that it closes at 5 p.m.

Huh, we thought, this is a French restaurant, will beer work?

The only option is this place.

The thing is? I don’t need a case of beer. Why can’t you buy a six pack? Are they TRYING to make me a beer lush?

This is absurd. Reservation cancelled.

Edit: On August 3rd, 2016, I found out that Pittsburgh’s Giant Eagle on the South Side now sells, get this, six packs. Welcome to the 20th century and GOOD job!!

So…this is what happened…

I was racing bikes professionally and the season came to an end. I was traveling all over the country representing my team and country racing against the best racers in the world.

I got home in Chicago when the season was over. I had lived there since 1991.

It was time to stop racing. Rest.

It was time to get a job.

And you know what? I was offered a great job at an old school law firm in Pittsburgh.

I asked a few people what they thought and was shocked to hear that “Pittsburgh” is awesome.

Ok, so, I decided to move. I didn’t know anyone and grabbed the first apartment I could on the South Side and set off on this new adventure.

No one warned me, it seems, about the behavior patterns of locals in Pittsburgh.

This is really the most bipolar place I have ever been to. One moment you are being greeted at every turn. I have been said “Hi” to randomly almost daily. Which, as a Chicagoan is odd and makes us feel, well, uncomfortable. The next moment? I am being called an asshole.

What gives? What’s with all the anger? I don’t get it.

I have been here since September, 2015. A friend recently visited this city and walking around commented that this city has a really depressed vibe.

Almost daily, I am witness to SOMETHING that is really angry and absurd. Comments which I can’t imagine EVER saying to a complete stranger what fly through the air here.

With that, Angry Pittsburgh is here and I hope to document some of the “fun” I am having in this, well, “city”.