With all the extraordinary communications powers of the internet, TV, and with all the talk about the global village and information overload, you'd think that cultural differences between a mojor North American city and its suburbs would be a thing of the past. I can tell you that's not the case with Mississauga and Toronto. I've lived in both: in Mississauga I spent my adolescence, and in downtown Toronto I spent a couple of university semesters.
Toronto is a great city; I can't think of anything bad except the weather, and even that can be delegated from annoying to Canadian. The common sentence cast upon the city proper by the people in the burbs is that it's gay. Social incorrectness aside, the gay quarter of Toronto is around Church street, and the people from there generally are perfecty happy to stay there (that's the whole point of it). So... Toronto has a great number of places to go out, and the wide variety provides plenty for anyone's tastes. All kinds of people find abundance in Toronto: the rich, the struggling, students, intellectuals, businessmen, entrepreneurs, punks, gangsters, artists. Personally, I am one of those guys who thinks Canadian pop culture is too soft, but I have a comfortable niche in Toronto in which I never worry about putting up with spineless U of T nerds or fans of Margaret Atwood. I lived near Bloor and Spadina. Everything was a refreshing walk away, I was very productive because I was away from the distractions of my parents' house, and my whole life was more efficient and fulfilling.
Mississauga? A spread out suburb half of which is the airport and an endless industry area, and the other half a boring matrix of middleclass households. You have to drive everywhere. The few social places that I know of have retarded crowds.
Let me start off with the Sugar Daddy's night club, the degenerate bastard child of the clubbing culture. The place is filled with girls who all look like skanks, and who won't fuck you. Otherwise, the girls there range from underage, zoomed-out, ugly, horribly dressed, drunk. Many of them exibit "can-you-imagine-this-is-someone's-daugther" dancing skills. The guys are by and large construction working assistants who use their weekends to forget about their weekdays. They get drunk, dance and give props to their buddies, grind with the bitches, and occasionally get beaten by a squad of security guards who are eager to demonstrate their jiu-jitzu.
Club 108 I stopped going to the moment I got a fake ID, and the fact that some people I know (I'm 23) still go there says enough on its own about what kind of people dwell in this city.
Then there is the bar - Felches, which looks good, but nothing ever happens there. People come with friends and don't talk to other people. Felches looks like a Toronto bar, but it stops there.
I've decided to give up trying to have fun in Mississauga. I find that every time I go out here I fail to yield to the popular rituals: getting piss drunk and pretending that I'm balling, ending a pickup attempt by deciding the woman is a stuckup bitch, spending too much cash, and blaming it all on someone in the crew who had been complaining (that used to be me until I lost hope).
My most common socializing in Toronto is drinking coffees and smoking cigarettes at various Timmy's establishments. I do this at wee hours of night and wee temperatures. That's how boring it is.
This may be an illusion, but it seems to me that Mississauga is filled with networks of ingorant people who don't understand that Toronto life is a higher form of living than their own. I am sorry if I sound Torontist. First of all, 'Sauga has a suffocating number of dudes in their twenties who live on their parents expenses and would have you know that they are they own men. They think they blow cash but in fact they blow their parents' cash. They think their parents' cars are their cars. Their girlfriends think their parents' cars are their cars. The youth is so delusional someone should tell Hazel to pass a bill to deal with it...
All in all, now that I'm stuck in my parents 'Sauga abode until I get a job, I spend a few hours every day meditating. The meditations involve struggling against the negative psychological influences of living here, and praying for an opportunity to move the fuck out. I also pray for the end of poverty, ignorance, and the end of the curse some native Medicine Man might of cast on this suburb.
Toronto is a great city; I can't think of anything bad except the weather, and even that can be delegated from annoying to Canadian. The common sentence cast upon the city proper by the people in the burbs is that it's gay. Social incorrectness aside, the gay quarter of Toronto is around Church street, and the people from there generally are perfecty happy to stay there (that's the whole point of it). So... Toronto has a great number of places to go out, and the wide variety provides plenty for anyone's tastes. All kinds of people find abundance in Toronto: the rich, the struggling, students, intellectuals, businessmen, entrepreneurs, punks, gangsters, artists. Personally, I am one of those guys who thinks Canadian pop culture is too soft, but I have a comfortable niche in Toronto in which I never worry about putting up with spineless U of T nerds or fans of Margaret Atwood. I lived near Bloor and Spadina. Everything was a refreshing walk away, I was very productive because I was away from the distractions of my parents' house, and my whole life was more efficient and fulfilling.
Mississauga? A spread out suburb half of which is the airport and an endless industry area, and the other half a boring matrix of middleclass households. You have to drive everywhere. The few social places that I know of have retarded crowds.
Let me start off with the Sugar Daddy's night club, the degenerate bastard child of the clubbing culture. The place is filled with girls who all look like skanks, and who won't fuck you. Otherwise, the girls there range from underage, zoomed-out, ugly, horribly dressed, drunk. Many of them exibit "can-you-imagine-this-is-someone's-daugther" dancing skills. The guys are by and large construction working assistants who use their weekends to forget about their weekdays. They get drunk, dance and give props to their buddies, grind with the bitches, and occasionally get beaten by a squad of security guards who are eager to demonstrate their jiu-jitzu.
Club 108 I stopped going to the moment I got a fake ID, and the fact that some people I know (I'm 23) still go there says enough on its own about what kind of people dwell in this city.
Then there is the bar - Felches, which looks good, but nothing ever happens there. People come with friends and don't talk to other people. Felches looks like a Toronto bar, but it stops there.
I've decided to give up trying to have fun in Mississauga. I find that every time I go out here I fail to yield to the popular rituals: getting piss drunk and pretending that I'm balling, ending a pickup attempt by deciding the woman is a stuckup bitch, spending too much cash, and blaming it all on someone in the crew who had been complaining (that used to be me until I lost hope).
My most common socializing in Toronto is drinking coffees and smoking cigarettes at various Timmy's establishments. I do this at wee hours of night and wee temperatures. That's how boring it is.
This may be an illusion, but it seems to me that Mississauga is filled with networks of ingorant people who don't understand that Toronto life is a higher form of living than their own. I am sorry if I sound Torontist. First of all, 'Sauga has a suffocating number of dudes in their twenties who live on their parents expenses and would have you know that they are they own men. They think they blow cash but in fact they blow their parents' cash. They think their parents' cars are their cars. Their girlfriends think their parents' cars are their cars. The youth is so delusional someone should tell Hazel to pass a bill to deal with it...
All in all, now that I'm stuck in my parents 'Sauga abode until I get a job, I spend a few hours every day meditating. The meditations involve struggling against the negative psychological influences of living here, and praying for an opportunity to move the fuck out. I also pray for the end of poverty, ignorance, and the end of the curse some native Medicine Man might of cast on this suburb.
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