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bobbyfinger:

Jo Dee Messina’s “I’m Alright” is one of my favorite country songs because it hits a bullseye in what I believe to be the sweet spot of “country” themes: workin’ hard and doin’ fine.

She’s not struggling like the Louvin Brothers or Loretta Lynn. 

She’s not swinging back and forth between hopeless and hopelessly in love like George Strait or Trisha Yearwood. 

She’s not letting Jesus take the wheel like Carrie Underwood or Alan Jackson.

She’s not getting political like Toby Keith or Brad Paisley.

She’s not aiming to cross over into pop like Shania Twain or Taylor Swift.

Nah. Jo Dee isn’t young or old, Republican or Democrat, rich or poor, southern or a Yankee - she’s just a singer who’s making ends meet and catching up with an old friend over a beer or two. She’s doin’ alright.

Thank you for humoring me. Also, check out her sunglasses in this video.

Love JoDee.  I’m Alright and Bring on the Rain  are my internal anthems.

imperfectwriting: norwegianblues: THE most underrated scene in the entire movie. It was perfect. And do you know how often I see gif sets of it? This is the second one I’ve seen since the movie came out (It’s been over 5 months, now). So let’s just pause for a moment from reblogging gifs of Tony’s sass, Loki’s sex appeal, or Bruce’s fluffiness and just appreciate this nameless, old, German guy and how, even though he knew he would probably die, he stood up to a tyrant to prove that the human race wouldn’t give up their freedom so easily. Friendly reminder that it’s implied that he’s a Holocaust survivor. This man is the true hero.
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imperfectwriting: norwegianblues: THE most underrated scene in the entire movie. It was perfect. And do you know how often I see gif sets of it? This is the second one I’ve seen since the movie came out (It’s been over 5 months, now). So let’s just pause for a moment from reblogging gifs of Tony’s sass, Loki’s sex appeal, or Bruce’s fluffiness and just appreciate this nameless, old, German guy and how, even though he knew he would probably die, he stood up to a tyrant to prove that the human race wouldn’t give up their freedom so easily. Friendly reminder that it’s implied that he’s a Holocaust survivor. This man is the true hero.
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imperfectwriting: norwegianblues: THE most underrated scene in the entire movie. It was perfect. And do you know how often I see gif sets of it? This is the second one I’ve seen since the movie came out (It’s been over 5 months, now). So let’s just pause for a moment from reblogging gifs of Tony’s sass, Loki’s sex appeal, or Bruce’s fluffiness and just appreciate this nameless, old, German guy and how, even though he knew he would probably die, he stood up to a tyrant to prove that the human race wouldn’t give up their freedom so easily. Friendly reminder that it’s implied that he’s a Holocaust survivor. This man is the true hero.
Zoom
imperfectwriting: norwegianblues: THE most underrated scene in the entire movie. It was perfect. And do you know how often I see gif sets of it? This is the second one I’ve seen since the movie came out (It’s been over 5 months, now). So let’s just pause for a moment from reblogging gifs of Tony’s sass, Loki’s sex appeal, or Bruce’s fluffiness and just appreciate this nameless, old, German guy and how, even though he knew he would probably die, he stood up to a tyrant to prove that the human race wouldn’t give up their freedom so easily. Friendly reminder that it’s implied that he’s a Holocaust survivor. This man is the true hero.
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imperfectwriting:

norwegianblues:

THE most underrated scene in the entire movie. It was perfect. And do you know how often I see gif sets of it? This is the second one I’ve seen since the movie came out (It’s been over 5 months, now).

So let’s just pause for a moment from reblogging gifs of Tony’s sass, Loki’s sex appeal, or Bruce’s fluffiness and just appreciate this nameless, old, German guy and how, even though he knew he would probably die, he stood up to a tyrant to prove that the human race wouldn’t give up their freedom so easily.

Friendly reminder that it’s implied that he’s a Holocaust survivor.

This man is the true hero.

motherjones: How Polarized Is Your State? California really is two states. Not northern and southern, though. Unless water is involved, LA and San Francisco can get along OK. Basically, what this chart shows is coastal vs. inland. Most of coastal California is as liberal as its stereotype, while inland California is somewhere to the right of rural Georgia. Lately, the coastals have taken firm command of Sacramento, and the inlanders haven’t yet figured out how to respond.
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motherjones:

How Polarized Is Your State?

California really is two states. Not northern and southern, though. Unless water is involved, LA and San Francisco can get along OK. Basically, what this chart shows is coastal vs. inland. Most of coastal California is as liberal as its stereotype, while inland California is somewhere to the right of rural Georgia. Lately, the coastals have taken firm command of Sacramento, and the inlanders haven’t yet figured out how to respond.

bobbyfinger: Because they are just two boys who are nothing more than names and faces to me, I have nothing bad to say about Dylan and Brad. I can only judge them based on appearances and headlines because that’s all I’ve been given. And they are a cute couple, aren’t they? Just look! I’m happy for them! I really am. I want to stress that a few times because it’s important. I’m happy for them. Because they went through high school and were able to not only decipher a piece of themselves, but to share it. Fearlessly. They found each other and held each other and kissed each other and Instagrammed the hell out of it to the point that enough of the school thought it was cute enough to vote for them. It’s easy to joke about how it won’t last once they’re in college, or that a high school romance is nothing but simply that, but predicting their future is of less than zero importance to this story. So let’s not. Let’s talk about how seeing their story pop up on site after site has made me lose that nice punch of happiness and pride that came after first looking at their photo. Let’s talk about how I’m finding myself unable to ignore the unspoken element in all these stories which is that it’s easier to be the first gay couple to be voted “cutest” by your high school when you’re both white and male and good looking and in one of the most affluent counties in the country. These boys went to Carmel High School. In the 2010-2011 school year, there were 395 students in the senior class. My guess is that there were probably a handful of other kids in that class who may not have had the best hair or the best smiles or the best clothes or even an Instagram account but held each other just as tightly outside their houses and felt something they had never felt before who wonder why no one who looks like them or acts like them ever gets a Huffington Post article. It’s a process, of course. And it’s great that the youngs love the gays. And it’s great that Dylan and Brad were in the yearbook together. But sometimes I just hope the quieter, less photogenic ones know they’re in the exact same club. That even if they don’t pay the dues, know the pledge, or even show up, that they deserve just as many notes and just as many reblogs and just as much happiness.
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bobbyfinger:

Because they are just two boys who are nothing more than names and faces to me, I have nothing bad to say about Dylan and Brad. I can only judge them based on appearances and headlines because that’s all I’ve been given. And they are a cute couple, aren’t they? Just look! I’m happy for them! I really am. I want to stress that a few times because it’s important. I’m happy for them. Because they went through high school and were able to not only decipher a piece of themselves, but to share it. Fearlessly. They found each other and held each other and kissed each other and Instagrammed the hell out of it to the point that enough of the school thought it was cute enough to vote for them. It’s easy to joke about how it won’t last once they’re in college, or that a high school romance is nothing but simply that, but predicting their future is of less than zero importance to this story. So let’s not.

Let’s talk about how seeing their story pop up on site after site has made me lose that nice punch of happiness and pride that came after first looking at their photo. Let’s talk about how I’m finding myself unable to ignore the unspoken element in all these stories which is that it’s easier to be the first gay couple to be voted “cutest” by your high school when you’re both white and male and good looking and in one of the most affluent counties in the country.

These boys went to Carmel High School. In the 2010-2011 school year, there were 395 students in the senior class. My guess is that there were probably a handful of other kids in that class who may not have had the best hair or the best smiles or the best clothes or even an Instagram account but held each other just as tightly outside their houses and felt something they had never felt before who wonder why no one who looks like them or acts like them ever gets a Huffington Post article.

It’s a process, of course. And it’s great that the youngs love the gays. And it’s great that Dylan and Brad were in the yearbook together. But sometimes I just hope the quieter, less photogenic ones know they’re in the exact same club. That even if they don’t pay the dues, know the pledge, or even show up, that they deserve just as many notes and just as many reblogs and just as much happiness.

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