The truth is
I don’t stand a chance
It’s something that you’re born into
And I just don’t belong
Weezer’s Beverly Hills has been on the radio often lately. It’s a song I enjoy. Last night, after listening to it, I wondered what it would be like to walk the actual sidewalks of the place that was, in my youth, a metonymy for wealth.
Then it struck me that I could. The magic of Google Maps gives me wings, allows me to flit across the continent like an angel.
Which I did. I used Google Earth to stroll the streets of 90210. I wandered the blocks, dodged the cars, scanned the driveways and doorways.
To be honest, most of Beverly Hills resembles Arlington, Massachusetts, with palm trees.
This is not what Beverly Hills Teens promised me
Certainly there is a great deal of money in Beverly Hills. But there is money in many places, vaster and quieter. That we, when we think of money, are pointed toward Beverly Hills is part of the puzzle.
We must never mistake symbol for fact. Yet we do, frequently.
More on Beverly Hills later.