This? Is Why I Live in LA.

Courtesy, as it so often is, of Lileks:

The Cali Girl Barbie smelled like suntan oil, incidentally. The only scented Barbie I’ve ever seen. I can think of nothing else that describes the absolutely pathetic nature of being middle-aged man in the middle of the continent on a day where the wind-chill was minus 20 than that: standing in a crowded toy aisle with your nose up to the tiny apeture of a Barbie box to catch a brief synthetic whiff of suntan oil.

He needs to move to Arizona.