THE Metroplex. Ringed by a loop that looks oddly like a penis and scrotum turned upside down. And inside of this asphalt lingum two very distinct peoples, Fort Worthians and Dallasites. I am a Worthian and have very definite opinions about Dallasites, not particularly unfavorable, just differences I see or perceive. I feel lost when I go to Dallas. Not literally or culturally, mind you, but aesthetically and socially. Dallas is all buildings crammed one 'gainst t'other, maniacal drivers, expensive cars and Manolo Blahniks. Everything seems to be on display... the more you have, the more you fit in. Fort Worth on the other hand is historic facades, maniacal drivers in Dualleys/Dooleys, expensive horse trailers and Anne Kleins. The more you have, the more you disguise it. Dallas is frenetic. Fort Worth is casual. I imagine that Dallasites have their own opinions of us BoHunks o'er here in the West.
I love that two cities can live mere miles apart and be so distinguished.
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