An old-but-new-to-me story by Tad Friend in The New Yorker, about those who commit suicide (and those rare few who manage not to die) by jumping off of the Golden Gate Bridge:
There is a fatal grandeur to the place. Like Paul Alarab, who lived and worked in the East Bay, several people have crossed the Bay Bridge to jump from the Golden Gate; there is no record of anyone traversing the Golden Gate to leap from its unlovely sister bridge. Dr. Richard Seiden, a professor emeritus at the University of California at Berkeley’s School of Public Health and the leading researcher on suicide at the bridge, has written that studies reveal “a commonly held attitude that romanticizes suicide from the Golden Gate Bridge in such terms as aesthetically pleasing and beautiful, while regarding a Bay Bridge suicide as tacky.”
The piece is incredibly informative, and certainly describes the aura of the bridge well. When I was in San Francisco last month, we visited the area, but I couldn’t bring myself to walk across it.