Bursting the Bubble
The Eventual Escape from Hollywood Liberalism
The air inside the bubble has grown toxic, or maybe I just spent too much time inside. Nearly eighteen years ago, I passed on a full scholarship to a good law school, packed a ’97 Nissan Altima with everything I owned, and began my solo journey from rural New York to Los Angeles, logging 16-hour days behind the wheel. Within days of arriving in my new h…