I hate hangars. I really do. They’re just so uncooperative, for pieces of bent wire or molded plastic. They cling to things you don’t want them to cling to, they don’t come when you want them, and you can never find one when you really need it. I mean, just because I actually washed all my clothes at the same time, and maybe bought a new pair of jeans, or a few new shirts, doesn’t mean when I go to hang them all up, I’m missing three hangars, does it? And then suddenly you find yourself looking through the closet going, “well, I don’t wear this anymore, I can just fold it up and put it in the drawer” or “My God, what possessed me to pick that out? Quick! Stuff it away where no one can see.” Honestly! Who needs that kind of crisis just because you want to hang up a few pieces of clothing?
Austin, a good friend from college who is moving to San Francisco in December (most likely, anyway), asked me what neihgborhood I would suggest he move to. I have to admit, I would probably look to either the Russian Hill/North Beach area, the Castro, or maybe the Haight areas. Those are the three parts of the city that I personally would probably look to first, as they’re in pleasant neighborhoods with events going on but not necessarily in the middle of the hectic parts near the Wharf or in Union Square or South of Market. And yet they’re generally close enough and accessible to those areas so that heading in to them isn’t difficult.