
Mr. West Coast here, giving you a little education on this strip of “land” 789 square miles north of San Diego and south of Los Angeles. Call it what you will – The Land of Nixon, The O.C. – but from an anthropological perspective, Orange County is one of the most exotic, richly diverse, interesting regions in the country.

A little background: The famous county symbol is basic a flat-brimmed Angel cap with an oversized Forum shirt to match. RVCA can sometimes be subsituted depending on the occasion. Constituent meetings and governmental decisions are usually made at the executive level at Sharkeez bar in Huntington Beach, or local skateparks in Brea, whichever is more accessible by BMX bike. Most of the incorporated areas mandate at least 7 tattoos across one’s body (though parts of The OC, like Newport Beach, have relaxed these restrictions).

Perhaps most intriguing about the entire region is a phenomenon known as The Orange County Girl. With similarities to her East Coast, hoop-wearing cousin, The Shore Girl, The OC Girl prefers boards to blowouts and flat-brims to fist-pumps. Nevertheless, she can almost routinely be found venturing to Los Angeles nightclubs – MyHouse, Playhouse, anything else ending in “house” = dancing on tables, making a mess, and costing unsuspecting guys hundreds (thousands) of dollars in booze and potential lawsuits.

How do I know an O.C. Girl when I see one?
Easy – dyed blonde hair, fake tan, L.A. VIP area. If you need confirmation or you feel like she is lying when she says she’s visiting from Texas, bluntly ask her for her number. If the area code begins with the 3 fateful numbers “949,” congrats, you’ve caught one in the wild.
Stay tuned for Part II….


