SF transit is an adventure in the smell of other humans and getting left behind at stations by half-empty buses for no apparent reason. To combat that, lots of innovators have launched alternative-transit apps -- and I kind of hate most of them.
I grew up learning that the only way to deal with bullies is to ignore them, the sort of I'm-rubber-you're-glue rhetoric that conflict-avoiders love. To acknowledge a fear of catcalling strangers, even among friends, feels a bit like letting the bullies win.
Gay magazine The Advocate did a write-up of the 15 gayest cities in America, and people are piiiissed -- mostly because its criteria rely on a very specific stereotype of LGBT person. Seriously, I refuse to believe the Whole Foods in Tacoma, Washington makes it a gay mecca.
In San Francisco, the average rent of a one-bedroom apartment is over $2,500 a month. Now that I'm getting a taste of that absurdity, at what point do I give up the ghost and just start working remotely from Small Town, USA?