If I’ve learned anything from my 7 or so years in Dallas, it’s that people from here LOVE to tell you how much Houston sucks. They’ll tell you all about how gross and “poor” Houston seems…unless you live in an ungated community or not in an overpriced condo. Then they’ll treat you like an immigrant and won’t tell you anything because they would never bring themselves to converse with you.
In case you’ve never been to Dallas, allow me to bring you up to speed. There is no getting around the fact that it’s a beautiful city. However, once you get past the shiny exterior and actually try to meet people here, you’ll quickly realize that it is filled with pretentious people who can only be compared to children in their parents’ closet playing dress up and trying to out-trend each other. It’s nothing like Houston, where you could be at a gas station and strike a meaningful conversation with a complete stranger of a different race, religion, side-o-the tracks, or background over a Texans bumper sticker. Of course, you could also just as well get shot or stabbed at the same gas station a week later, but that diversity adds a street smart mentality to every native Houstonian that they don’t seem to have here in Dallas. Houstonians, despite what impression you may get while driving on the freeways (the rule is, it’s every man for himself on 290), are friendly, easy to approach, and non judgmental. The people there drink beer and bond over stories of going to the rodeo and how awesome Astroworld used to be. Up here in Dallas the people seem to walk around with a weird sense of entitlement and almost want you to look at them wrong so that they can say “I’m from South Lake and I know the police chiefs brother”. If you get invited to a party here, expect to sip wine and goofy-ass mixed drinks made with shit that nobody’s ever heard of while you’re dazzled with stories of community theater. To prove my point, I once went to a superbowl party and was literally made fun of in front of a group of people because my shirt wasn’t ironed.
The snobbiness here is tacky and the native people wear it with pride. I’ve actually stood there and listened to a man in a red short-sleeve buttoned down shirt with a tie on, like some kind of early 90s stand-up comedian, talk about how Houston’s lack of zoning makes it trashy. I’ll repeat that…..a man in a red short-sleeve buttoned down shirt with a tie on, like some kind of Dwight Schrute fan club president….like some schmuck who was passed on for the call center lower level management promotion…(last one) like some kind of Arbys mid-day shift manager with limited access to the safe, called Houston trashy.
Houston, at face value, isnt the most glamorous city. Its freeways sometimes give you the same feeling you get when you have to step foot inside of any Walmart….I’ll admit that, but if I were in Houston today, I’d be rich with friends and culture. The down to earth, street smart, multi-cultural people make me wish that I could move back there and share it with my daughter. Instead, we’re stranded in Dallas.