One of the weirdest real quirks of Bay Area liberals is they love performative generosity. A lot. By that I mean you could probably knock on their door if you look safe enough and if you play your cards right you’ll get spontaneously treated to a wining and dining extravaganza at the price of hearing their life philosophy and their heroic Main Character Syndrome story of rising to greatness through adversity.

As long as you don’t at any point ask for any actual financial aid or a place to live. If you do, you’re fucked.