Are there sections of London that are really that bad? NYC used to have "no go" sections but that's no longer true...although some neighborhoods are "safer" than others. Now the same can't be said for cities like Chicago or Detroit.
No London isn't that bad!
BTW, it isn't just NYC; my parents experienced that in several forms in Pittsburgh in the "golden era" late 50s. Naturally I won't be responding to any replies, on the basis this any such conversation will rapidly devolve.
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I grew up in MsKeesport area in the early '80s; several years after the mills shut down, but still recent enough that most of the mill hunkies (their word and perversely proud of it, not mine) still believed they'd open again. This was a time and place of silent desperation; suicide and homicide rates were higher per capita than Oakland. The only thing the kept most of them going was Bradshaw and the Steel Curtain; They clung to the "City of Champions" hype and drama like a lifeline. Win, Lose or Suck there's no fan of any kind as fiercely loyal as a Steelers fan.
My mom was a dyed-in-the-wool hippie RN back when people only got into it to help people, because the hours were brutal and the pay was barely subsistence-level. She moved us to Pittsburgh because of a guy (We'll just call him "Richard") she fell for and thought she could save from his own narcissism. Those were good times mostly; he hadn't revealed his sociopathic selfishness yet, and she was actually happy and in love. Our home on 6th Ave was poor but full of love and hope.
She decided we needed to get "West of the yards" when I told her of my adventure on the way to South Hills Village where my friends and I literally had to walk around a dead body to get on the bus; I was 12 or 13. We moved to Dormont for a little less than a year, then she got a good job at Western Psych and we were able to move upscale to Greentree for a bit then she bought a house in Mt Lebanon.
It was the cheapest house on the street, and all the yuppie families looked down on us because she drove a Chevy Nova when they all had Porsches and Saabs; she told me after we left (she walked away from 20K+ in equity when that dingle Richard decided to get back together with his ex instead of marrying her) that she was lucky it happened when it did. She swore there had to be something in the water that made them all so blindly conservative even as the city crumbled around them, because after a few years living in the middle of them she was trying to figure out a way to swing a second-hand Beemer.
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mnem
Pants are highly overrated.