Guidos vs. Persians

Got into another NY vs. LA discussion the other day and it got me thinking about a couple of things. First, why does NY has so many great classic songs by everyone from Frank Sinatra to Tha Dogg Pound to the latest Jay-Z and Alicia Keys song yet the best LA can do is "I'm in LA, bitch" - a crappy remix to a crappy song?

But more importantly I thought about the two blemishes on otherwise fine respective nightlife scenes. So it's time for a look at......drumroll please......Guidos vs. Persians.

	GUIDOS	PERSIANS
Facebook Profile Pic	Shirtless in the mirror	BMW
Native Habitat	Jersey / Staten Island	Westwood / Beverly Hills
Ride	Escalade	Magic carpet (Daddy's SLR on the weekends)
Blasting out of car	Shitty house music	Shitty Indian music
Fashion Statement	Popped collar	Gold chain
Wants to sell you	Mortgage Loan Modification	A luxury car
Free time spent	Tanning, Working out	Bragging, Waxing body hair
Has weakness for	Nose rings / Tramp stamps	Blonde white girls with poof in their hair
Tan	Artificial	Hereditary
Often mistaken for	Puerto Ricans	Cousin It
Can usually be seen	Lifting weights	Arguing loudly
"The Situation"	Mike Sorrentino's Abs	Your drain is now clogged with hair
Biggest Fear	Herpes	Airport security
Tattoo	Italian Flag	Mercedes symbol
People (incorrectly) assume your family is	In the Mafia	In Al Qaeda
Famous Ladies man	Giacomo Casanova	Daaavid from Brenvooood (see link in comment section)
Biggest disappointment	Sopranos Finale	Cousin just bought more expensive car than you
Preferred hairdo	Blowout	Back hair
Last Name Ends In	Vowel	Having to spit
Signature move	Fist pump	Cussing out bouncer, yelling "I can buy and sell 10 of you" then apologizing profusely and eventually buying bottle service