Big City My Ass

Without claiming that San Francisco is the largest big city in this fine nation, I will point out that as far as "big cities" go, this one really ain't that big. There is something to be said for anonymity. Faceless creatures passing one another on the streets of the city, but not here. Everywhere you turn it's either someone you know, or someone you recognize, or someone you had a one night stand with.

In a "big city," people like my friend, we'll call her X, should be able to commute to or from work or visit her local dentist without running into that guy she hooked up with once in the past and has successfully avoided since. San Francisco is becoming a lot like Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, except the cable cars don't take you to some strange fairyland where everyone speaks in high pitched voices. They take you to Fisherman's Wharf.

With big cities becoming smaller, more and more people will be forced to start relationships instead of running out the door while putting their clothes back on...because if they don't, there will be a lot of uncomfortable moments at the dentist.