Parties on the West Coast are no different than the rest of
the world. Every conversation is a screening process: A way to see where you
fit in, and where your agendas lie. If you have come to terms with this, you
were probably born and raised into cosmopolitan living. You accept the reality
of any big city. Vancouver’s no
different once you learn the nuances.
In Vancouver, this is how strangers talk at dinner parties:
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“So, are you from around here?”
“Yeah. I live in Vancouver.”
“Where.”
Notice that. That’s the subtle difference between Canadians
and the rest of the world. Normally, if you are trading pleasantries at a
gathering anywhere from Hong Kong to New York, the first question someone will
ask is ‘What do you do?’ Canadians see themselves as a little more “polite”
than that. However, when it comes to Vancouver, asking your exact location in the
city is equally insidious.
Where you live means everything. It will tell them if you
are successful. It will tell them if you are cool. It will infer if you lean
towards yoga or the arts or whether you dress your dog. It will guide their
judgment as to whether they like you or not. Location is everything.
One question: “Where?”
So. What do you usually say? Uh, Burnaby, actually. Do you
confess your New Westminster address? Or that your parents are paying for your
place, their place, in Kits? You are a prisoner in Coal Harbour? It’s awkward.
Or do you spout off one of the coolest addresses in the
whole city.
“I live off Broadway and Main.”
Expect pursed lip and a single nod. It’s a hip location. And
anyone who knows the city will respect your choice. They might even feel a
little out-cooled by you. That’s okay, though. See the next question.
In Vancouver, it’s all about first reactions to street names.
It’s shallow, sure, but it’s how it goes. In Vancouver you will be judged 100%
on where you live, way before what kind of job you have or what kind of car you
drive. It’s the way it is.
Here’s how the rest of that conversation will carry out.
“Cool. So what do you do?”
They will expect you to work in media, or film, or graphic
arts. They might expect an architect or other creative professional. Even an
internship. It doesn’t matter. They’re looking for passion and a willingness to
break away from the mundane.
It’s easy to meet likeminded friends when you live at the
right place.
The location says it all.
Now it’s time to pull out the big guns. That is, if you
don’t like their line of questioning.
Ask them where they live. “Where?”
And follow it up with, “Oh, is that a new building?”
The Bedbug Registry
Did you know that Vancouver is going through a bedbug
epidemic? Yep. It’s disgusting. A large percentage of the old buildings in the
city are infested with these wretched creatures. If you catch bedbugs, you need
to notify your landlord, your strata, and your neighbours. Everyone. You need
to knock door-to-door and tell people you are ridden with diseased insects. You
become a pariah. Whole wardrobes, bed sets and interior designs – of neighbours
– have been laid to waste from one unfortunate tenant.
It’s a sore spot in Vancouver. Not something you find in new
homes. But if they’re holding Coal Harbour’s view of the Esso sign over your
head – it might be worth mentioning.
If you are curious if a home is host to the creepy crawlies,
there is a convenient website that will let you check any address. www.bedbugregistry.com
Note – there are many prestigious addresses on this record,
including the Shangri-La downtown.
If you are not in a new building, there is no guarantee that
you will be free of the bugs.
You have a Smartphone. Next time someone mentions they’re
living right downtown where the action is. Ask, Where?
Downtown is Dead
Have you been to Coal Harbour or Downtown after dark. One
word: Boring! Investors from overseas buy these properties. It seems like prime
real estate. The reality is: no kid in their right mind would ever want to be
caught dead in Coal Harbour or the Financial District. It is the epitome of
boring and uncool.
The most well-established movers and shakers in the city are
envious of SoMa.
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