This is an observant comment by theng85, about the costs, big and small, that Diversity™ imposes on society.
Also, a shower thought regarding vibrancy and open borders:
You’ve mentioned before that when a country’s border in weak or unstable, more mini-barriers will be opened up within the confines of the border. I’ll never forget walking by a brownstone in Brooklyn that had a “No border wall” sign in the window….A window that had bars over it and a locking gate around the property. What’s good for the goose isn’t good for the gander, I guess.
But there are more boundaries where there’s more vibrancy. My litmus test for whether or not I’m in a bad area is how easily I can access things in something like a gas station or a McDonald’s. If there’s a table with napkins, straws, ketchup, sugar packets, and I can walk into the bathroom and do my business without needing to talk to the staff, then I’m in a good (Read: White) area.
But if the ketchup and napkins are behind the counter, or you need to be buzzed into the bathroom/given a key, or you have to talk to the cashier through a 6 inch sheet of bulletproof glass, then you’re in a bad (Read: Vibrant) area. One of the selling points of my current apartment was that the 24-hour gas station down the street had open access to its bathrooms 24/7. That means I was in a safe neighborhood with little to no vibrancy. And I was right!
tl;dr: Diversity causes instability, instability creates boundaries.
Yep. I’ve noticed the same thing…
Another: does a neighbourhood / school dance require you to go through airport-style security?
When I went back to post-graduate school a few years back in Toronto, one night, I decided to attend a school dance; when I went, I shit you not, there was an X-ray machine that they made me pass the contents of my pockets through, and there was a portal I had to pass through, and an electromagnetic, beeping wand was waved around my body after, to make sure I hadn’t anything metallic still in my pockets. Just like at an airport.
At a college dance.
That never used to happen in the Great White North.
But now it does.
I found out why: 99% of the attendees were either homeboys / homegirls, guidos, or other wiggers, all droopy-pants-barely-wearing, ‘sup, ‘sup, yo’, hand-gesturing excessively types…
And it was all ‘urban’, hip-hop / R&B music…
Needless to say, I didn’t stick around very long that evening; I had maybe two beers, then I left…
Anyway, theng85’s comment at Roissy is helpful if you’re investigating a place, considering moving there… (I also had a real estate agent describe a building elsewhere in the GTA to me as probably being ‘too Jane-and-Finch-y’ for my tastes, and anyone who’s ever spent any time in Toronto will know exactly what that means…)
Be careful not to step in the ‘diversity’…