is that some say this strange urban planning unique to USA has to do with the military deciding spreading out people like that was a good idea during the cold war, in case of a nuclear attack. Though I doubt that because it doesn't make any sense.
Other big reasons appear to be the fear of black gang violence. For some reason bad neighbourghood in USA are in the middle of the "city" instead of being at the margins, and suburbia represents a way to run away from this problem. Other reasons are the government doing their best to promote this model of development through special zoning and finance laws. There are many reasons for this strange development but one thing is sure: it doesn't make any sense no matter how you spin it. And that's why no other country (except UK to some extent) has adopted this strange urban-planning model.
Besides low quality of life, many critics of suburbia point out to the obesity chrisis. I've noticed one comment on that article that explains how suburbia is influencing this:
One of the points that really resonated with me in this article was the idea of a car culture leading to a sedentary lifestyle, and how unattractive that is for a lot of 20/30-somethings who are looking to settle down somewhere.
An example from my own experiences: growing up in the Rust Belt, and I suppose being cursed with the wrong genetics (or too many processed sugars?) I’ve always struggled to keep my body at a healthy weight. I recently had the opportunity to return to Western PA: I even had a full scholarship to do a master’s course at an area university. But when it came right down to decision time, having to own a car was a dealbreaker, and I turned the master’s course down. (The expense of owning a car–insurance, gas, upkeep, etc.– was another factor, even though a family member was offering to sell me a very gently used, 3-year-old Volkswagen.)
So, expense aside, here’s why I turned it down: I know–for certain, after nearly a decade of experience–that EVERY TIME I spend more than 6 weeks in the Rust Belt, driving everywhere, hardly having to use my own muscles in the act of locomotion, I gain 10 pounds. Just like that. And it’s not vanity, right? I mean…I’m not just like, ‘Oh darn, I can’t fit into my skinny jeans anymore.’ (Not being skinny, I don’t wear skinny jeans anyhow.) It’s more like: if I stay here, how long will this continue? What is this doing to my body? Will this affect my ability to get pregnant? To do the outdoor activities I enjoy? To feel like I have enough energy to make it through the day without aches and pains? I’ve seen many members of my family wage epic battles against their own bodies, dragging themselves to Weight Watchers every few years, trying every fad diet that graces the pages of women’s magazines, and even getting gastric bypass surgery. None of these things are pleasant. To the extent that I can avoid them, simply by living a lifestyle that allows me to walk, I choose to do so.
Quality of place isn’t just something people think of in aesthetic terms. In my own life, I’ve really thought long and hard about whether to return home, and I’ve realized: quality of place affects quality of health, which has far-reaching effects on quality of life. People–myself included–really do make decisions on the basis of avoiding the “car culture,” for reasons of both physical well-being and expense.