I resist 'em just fine. They have zero fucking charm for me and they destroy neighborhoods. You probably haven't seen end-stage weirdness like I have - you visit a friend in his 1-br apartment and are told to talk quietly because the lump on the couch is an AirBnB "guest." You stop in on friends from out of town and you talk about the decor and you hear a loud "HAH!" from the upstairs you didn't know it had because behind that door over there is a stairway that the family retreats behind when they rent out their house to cover their ridiculous Santa Monica rent. My last apartment in LA was $2850 a month for 1300 sqft. As soon as we left the landlord flipped it to a $300/night AirBnB despite every CC&R forbidding them from doing so. Why? 'cuz it takes months for condo boards to act and that's at least six months worth of income while "guests" break corona bottles in the hot tub.