Hollywood Is A Strange Place

And by “Hollywood” I don’t actually mean “the district of the city of Los Angeles, California, U.S.A., that extends from Vermont Avenue on the east to just beyond Laurel Canyon Boulevard above Sunset and Crescent Heights Boulevards on the west; the north to south boundary east of La Brea Avenue runs from about Mulholland Drive in the Hollywood Hills of the Santa Monica Mountains and Griffith Park to Melrose Avenue; and the north to south boundary west of La Brea runs from about Mulholland in the hills to Fountain Avenue, with Crescent Heights as the west boundary south of Sunset Boulevard.” I more so mean, “where they make movies.”

It’s a strange place because it operates on a completely different set of rules than our world does. Things are not how they should be. We know this and we’ve all experienced it during our movie watching endeavors, accepting the various absurdities as fact. Some examples would be:

Any police officer about to retire from the force will more often than not die on their last day (especially if their family have planned a party). (Caveat: Detectives can only solve a case after they have been suspended from duty).

Or, such brilliantly articulated and visualized observations like:

All beds have special L-shaped sheets that reach to armpit level on a woman but only up to the waist of the man lying beside her.

You can find these Hollywood anomalies, along with 38 others, here.