Nuke Provo

I hate Provo. Provo is a terrible place that should be turned into a landfill, and all of it's former residents, at least those who liked it, should be sterilized. And every once in a while, I start thinking Provo is okay, and that BYU isn't that bad of a place. Then I go to Salt Lake, and on some occasions to the U, and then I realize how much I just want to burn this whole place to the ground. Salt Lake is just infinitely cooler than Provo. Neighborhoods like Sugarhouse have so much more character than all of Provo put together. And this is the first time I've ever gone to the U's Architecture and Planning Building. Let's start there. They actually have A BUILDING. We don't even have a floor. They actually have A COLLEGE. We have an emphasis in a department in a college that is set up for girls who just want to go to college and get married and never contribute to society in any way other than reproducing, which depending on the caliber of their offspring may actually be detrimental, yea, embarrassing to society. Their building is a textbook example of Brutalist architecture. Now generally speaking, I am not a fan of Brutalism, nor any other offshoots of the modern movement, but I do recognize the emphasis that the style exhibited on college campuses in the late 70's and early 80's, and even more, I recognize it as SOMETHING. BYU lacks so much of anything compelling architecturally. The City Beautiful of the Meazer building is pretty much the only example of a building that isn't guilty of facadism, and then the Brimhall (Art Deco), Joseph Smith (Modern), and Eyring (Modern) buildings are the only ones that exhibit distinctive facades. The JFSB is a move in the right direction, but other than that, we stink. I'm going to finish this article by saying "I HATE PROVO!" one hundred and one times.

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