Times are a-changin in Orange County!
From this morning’s New York Times’s article, “Orange County Is No Longer Nixon Country”:
But this iconic county of 3.1 million people passed something of a milestone in June. The percentage of registered Republican voters dropped to 43 percent, the lowest level in 70 years.
It was the latest sign of the demographic, ethnic and political changes that are transforming the county and challenging long-held views of a region whose colorful — its detractors might suggest zany — reputation extends well beyond the borders of this state.
At the end of 2009, nearly 45 percent of the county’s residents spoke a language other than English at home, according to county officials. Whites now make up only 45 percent of the population; this county is teeming with Hispanics, as well as Vietnamese, Korean and Chinese families. Its percentage of foreign-born residents jumped to 30 percent in 2008 from 6 percent in 1970, and visits to some of its corners can feel like a trip to a foreign land.
The demographic changes that have swept the county reflect what is happening across the state and much of the nation. It has happened slowly but surely over the course of a generation, becoming increasingly apparent not only in a drive through the 34 cities that fill this sprawling 789-square-mile county south of Los Angeles, but also, most recently, in the results of a presidential election. In 2008, Barack Obama drew 48 percent of the vote here against Senator John McCain of Arizona. (By comparison, in 1980, Jimmy Carter received just 23 percent against Ronald Reagan, the conservative hero whose election as California governor in 1966 and 1970 was boosted in no small part by the affection for him here.)
“I was a city planner in San Diego in 1960 when Orange County was just orange groves and typecast as a conservative stronghold,” said Marshall Kaplan, the executive director of the Merage Foundations, which runs educational and other programs for recent immigrants here. “It isn’t anymore. I live in Irvine. My wife is Asian. In Irvine, I sometimes feel like I’m her affirmative action program.”
Manuel Gomez, the vice chancellor of student affairs at the University of California, Irvine, said the county where he was born 63 years ago is almost unrecognizable to him today. “With diversity comes more cultural voices and political voices,” he said. “And certainly better food.”
Orange County is not unique in being a reliable Republican region in California. But this county has always boasted of a zesty political brand: almost defiantly conservative, the anti-Los Angeles, a land of gated communities and great wealth that managed to produce a steady stream of colorful conservative figures, including the televangelist Robert H. Schuller and former Representative Robert K. Dornan — B-1 Bob, as he was known, for his advocacy of military projects. (In a sign of what was to come, Mr. Dornan lost the House seat in 1996 to a Democratic Latina, Loretta Sanchez).
With such world-famous attractions as Disneyland and Mr. Schuller’s Crystal Cathedral and enclaves like Laguna Beach and Balboa Island, Orange County is as much a symbol in California as it is nationally.
Indeed, to some measure, the extent of the county’s transformation may seem magnified simply because of the way people thought of it in the past. “The new Orange County is not a repudiation of the old,” said Kevin Starr, a California historian. “For all the attention paid the right-wingers there, they never really took up the whole place. They were just more mediagenic than everyone else.”
Still, by any measure, this is no longer Nixon’s Orange County.
Honestly.
Do you want to know what happens when Orange County housewives get pissed off? Arrange for a gym instructor not to show up for a class and you’ll find out firsthand.
That’s exactly what happened last night at the crappy LA Fitness in Anaheim Hills, and it was a sight.
For the first 15 minutes, people were murmuring to each other about the horrible service at this gym. Watching distressed women with large rings and tight bodies is funnier than you can imagine. They got progressively more upset until, finally, one gem of a lady decided that she had had it.
She stormed out and didn’t come back for 5 minutes. When she did, she dragged the manager in and proceeded to impressively chew him out in front of all the other housewives (and me).
I DROVE ALL THE WAY HERE AND I’M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I GET MY WORKOUT. IF THE TEACHER’S NOT GOING TO COME, AT LEAST UNLOCK THE SOUND SYSTEM SO WE CAN WORK OUT ON OUR OWN. YES, UNLOCK IT RIGHT NOW. I WILL GO GET CDS FROM MY OWN CAR IF I HAVE TO. UNLOCK IT!!!! YOU DON’T KNOW THE COMBINATION? HONEST TO GOD, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WORK A LOCK??? YOU’VE NEVER OPENED A LOCKER BEFORE?!!! HONESTLY.
oh man, it was the best. she got him to unlock the sound system, fetched her CDs, and then worked out on her own for the next 60 minutes.
It was such a funny experience, every single thought in my brain is now preceded by a HONEST TO GOD. like, HONEST TO GOD, how many times do you need that address??? HONEST TO GOD, you really can’t get me a glass of water from downstairs? HONEST TO GOD, don’t you know how to lane change?? and etc, etc.
Laguna Beach from Pearl Street
No one there except the two on the left on a gloomy June weekday.
This Airstrem Trailer has been retrofitted as a small business selling succulents. Beautiful! I would love to have one of those driftwood logs potted with succulents on the bottom left, wouldn’t you?
Two kayakers in Upper Newport Bay, Newport Beach.
This is such a lovely hike in Orange County. The Back Bay (as it’s called) is an estuary, a place where fresh and salt water meet and mix. It’s also an insane bird sanctuary and I did see a couple nifty ones. I got the hike out of an issue of Sunset Magazine and started out with an ambitious plan to jog/walk the entire 9-mile loop. Yea, didn’t really happen. About 3 miles in, I started dreaming of a Jamba Juice and turned around.
Next time, I’d like to rent a kayak instead.
I visited this delightful shopping center called The Camp in Costa Mesa last week and was TICKLED by these captions in the parking spaces. I would like to get to know the person behind this awesome idea. Can you imagine if these maxims were painted onto parking lots in Los Angeles? No joke, I think that would be an incredibly interesting social experiment. Would people be friendlier? Less honking? More smiles? Maybe someone would even say hello? I swear sometimes these all seem like novel ideas in the cutthroat world of LA Parking Lots.
Laguna or Another Beach
Sometimes I forget that I live in Orange County (albeit north Orange County) and go for weeks, months!, without seeing the ocean. I thought about this in Paris, when out of nowhere I had the most intense desire to see the ocean roar. This is a classic case of “wanting what you don’t have,” an ailment that disrupts my mental sanity every so often (or like all the time). Hence, my spring resolution is to go to the beach once every week. Whether for dinner, a hike, a bike ride, or just a plain beach day, you’ll find me at the beach once a week with photos to prove it.
For now, here is a photo from my Favorite Beach Day Ever. It was in Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, France, just a hop skip away Monaco. Do you see that black-bikinied woman with the killer figure?
