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I have several opinions about Todd Anderson’s Personality™ and I am willing to negotiate. But one opinion I will never budge on is that Todd is relentlessly polite to every employee of every establishment to the point it becomes an issue. The waitress will bring him the wrong order and it’ll go something like this:
Neil: Oh sorry to bother you, but Todd actually ordered the salad
Waitress: Oops, sorry about that :) I’ll bring you the right one
Todd: Don’t even worry about it. You’re literally perfect. I’ll just eat the—what is this, soup?—okay yeah I’ll eat the soup don’t trouble yourself it was probably my fault anyway I’m sorry for being born you know what?? here, take my wallet. I’ll just leave.
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glorious-destruction · 11 months
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when taylor swift said “he was sunshine, I was midnight rain” she was talking about razumikhin and raskolnikov
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Telling Stories: she wore daisies
By Crystal Charlotte Lynch
I want to tell you something.
The story of a girl with daisies in her hair.
She was funny and brilliant.
Bright full of love and light.
She was light in life.
Giving her all to everyone.
She rarely got mad or even sad.
You didn’t know what she held up inside.
She always sported a smile and spoke with her heart.
There was grace in her presence and she held wisdom in her soul.
Her eyes full of wonder and mysteries.
You wouldn’t know it looking at her but her heart carried sorrow and misery.
On the inside she was wilting and withering away.
You wouldn’t believe that her lovely smile was just an empty mask.
This was the story of a young girl.
She wore daisies in her hair.
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soulinkpoetry · 2 years
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There is a match for you out there. Stop running and they will catch up with you.
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adambeyoncelowe · 1 year
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Patterflash is a Summer 2023 Poetry Book Society Recommendation. I'm so thrilled to hear this great news. The book releases on 1 June 2023, and now we can add "PBS Recommendation" to the cover.
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We grow up but,
First -
We start small
With teachers
And parents
Looming
Over us.
And as
We become
Less small
We start
To fight them,
And push
Away.
But the irony
Is always
There -
Creeping
Waiting.
For we
Do not
Know
What to do
Without
Their shadows.
"The Shadows" by R. K. Fisher, copyright 2022
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ce-archerhelke · 10 months
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Dylan Thomas being relatable.
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Support Left wing Podcasters.
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It's not the right who is getting censored. It is us! The Anti-Authoritarian left!!! Watch this video is you part of the movement!
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babelovesjosephine · 5 months
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Babe, this is your Mistress, Mother's Mistress, you're not to leave Casserona until your Twelveth is finished, I've already explained my thoughts on the year two thousand and seventy-seven BC, the year of my grace the year my great dream finished and I set about travellingng North of the East in 5A3Ly1 and Brought about my little cutie Raiage and all his little Poet's and Preacher's although you my damned boy are finished, here I wait deep in the heart of the East, for word of your Love, be still Babe, watch and listens I told you later in the Millennials in the year of your wretched car, the McCarthy years of the seventy's
It was heavenly,
MOTHER... .
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as a reader what types of analysis or topics do you enjoy seeing in reviews? Are there any topics you feel like are not touched upon often? do you have any favorite reviews that you enjoy or ones that inspire you?
i love art, film, and literary criticism! also interviews with poets and writers. i don't think there's any topic that hasn't been covered to some extent tbh. here are some that i've really enjoyed:
The Making Of A Millennial Woman, Rebecca Liu
Ursula K. Le Guin talks to Michael Cunningham about genres, gender, and broadening fiction, Electric Literature
An Invitation to Forgetting, Casey Walker
I Write the Songs, Rob Horning
Has Self-Awareness Gone Too Far in Fiction?, Katy Waldman (the title is misleading, the essay itself is pretty astute; i just wouldn't call the issue being overly self-aware)
I Love Sally Rooney’s Novels, But They Aren’t Written For Me, Malavika Kannan
A Hellish Commons: Bong Joon-Ho’s ‘Parasite’, Rebecca Liu
‘Parasite’ and the rise of Revolutionary Gothic, Connor Wroe Southard
On Whiteness and The Racial Imaginary, Claudia Rankine and Beth Loffreda
Time Loop Narratives Are About Love, vaulter 2.0
Mysteries of the Visible, Anne Anlin Cheng
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slexenskee · 1 month
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👀 New surprise acoustic album coming up in a chapter near you~
I think we all know what spurred this surprise acoustic album this time 😂
Disenchanted - MCR, Regular | Acoustic
Stay Together For the Kids - Blink 182, Regular | Acoustic
Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls, Regular | Acoustic
How's It Going To Be - 3EB, Regular | Acoustic
All These Things That I've Done - The Killers, Regular | Acoustic
I chose these songs mostly on the regular versions, but some of them have pretty great acoustic versions ngl. I really like that Stay Together For the Kids and Disenchanted renditions, which I think use the real ripped vocals over acoustic instrumentals. And I actually prefer the Boyce Avenue version of Iris than the actual acoustic version from GGD. But for How's It Going To Be and All These Things I've Done, I really adore the originals, even if they lend themselves well to acoustic versions.
Also yes instead of talking about his feelings in a mature and calm manner, Gojo instead runs off and makes an album about it instead 😂 tbf using art as an outlet is actually a very healthy thing to do, but so is talking to your partner about your internal struggles.
But I find it very in character of him to struggle to put his own feelings into words, or rather, to express them outwardly and actually speak and vocalize them to others in a normal way, and turn to music instead. Unlike Hawks - who is more of an action guy and even in his POVs shows how he feels through his actions rather than introspective monologues - Gojo's actually your classic Tortured Poet (see what I did there lol) who has a lot of Thoughts™, even if he's horrible about expressing them and regularly ignores them. So in his own way, he's trying to communicate a lot through this album - to the whole world, but also to Hawks specifically.
Tbh this album is probably Gojo's most 'personal', or at the very least, as personal as you can get when you never wrote the songs to begin with lol. But idk, my millennial is showing here but there was always something so personal to making mixtape CDs for yourself or for others. You might not have wrote them, but it says a lot that you chose them to define yourself, you know?? Anyway I digress, moral of the story this is actually Gojo reaching out in his own way. And tbh, it's kind of a summary of his life too. A lot of times I pick songs for this fic mainly just because I like the way they sound, with no real meaning to them, and that's canon too as Gojo picks his songs for the Vibes™, but for this album noooope.
Disenchanted - Going to be crowned as the quintessential 'Dabi' song. Literally all about being a disenfranchised and disenchanted youth who sings away his angst and the chorus is 'If I'm so wrong, how can you listen all night long?' This is basically the summary of how sad teenage Dabi felt and why he turned to both music and villainy
Stay Together For The Kids - So on the nose it's not even funny, but I adore that guitar riff in the beginning. And while Gojo's parents didn't divorce in either of his lives, I still feel this resonating with him because of the way his youth was ruined by the adults who were supposed to love and care about him, in both lives. And yes, when the Endeavor reveal drops people are going to be questioning this song.
Iris - Yes, this is his pining song. First for Suguru, but then takes on a new meaning with Hawks. Yes, it turns all the Sixwings fans into a sobbing mess every time. Really though more than being a love song about either Suguru or Hawks, this is hi trying to convey his own feelings with lines like 'yeah you bleed just to know you're alive'/'when everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am'
How's It Going To Be - Known to Sixwings fans as the 'breakup/makeup' song. Like yeah it's about Sixwings breaking up, but it's also Ru-kun shouting to the world that he wants to get Hawks back. It becomes infamous for it. When No Scrubs finally goes on their massive Taylor Swift Era's-esque tour he'll play this and Iris back to back and have the whole stadium bawling. Ngl this is my favorite 3EB song, so it had to go in this fic somewhere. I love how it starts mainly soft and acoustic and at the climax the full band kicks in and Stephan Jenkins just starts belting 'I wanna get myself back into you, the soft dive of oblivion'
All These Things That I've Done - If Disenchanted is Dabi looking back on his life/past and all the anger and sadness he sees there, then the final track on the album is about coming to terms with himself and trying to accept who he is, and look towards the future. Huge theme for he next arcs/final fic in this series. I actually always thought the line was 'these changes ain't changing me, the gold-hearted boy I used to be'... but it's actually cold-hearted, which kinda totally changes my narrative for this song so I'm pretending it's gold-hearted 😂
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heliocharis · 2 years
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Left My Friend’s Body Outside the Mithraeum: One New Zealander’s account of the New Zealand stuff in Nona the Ninth
A few points before we begin:
I’ve quoted everything out of context, but probably don’t read this if you don’t want to be spoiled for the book.
I’m just one person (a Pākehā North Islander millennial, for context), but hopefully I caught most of it. Please tell me if you see anything I missed!
If you see something and think, ‘Tumblr user junozeta, why have you included this piece of information when it is very easily Google-able,’ it’s for the sake of completeness.
Kia ora!
Dramatis personae
Stop It, name assumed, lies under counter at dairy, red colour, big sized, four legs
Dairy: A corner store.
John 20:8
Dilworth. Otago. Auckland. Overseas to Corpus. (She likes the word corpus; it sounds nice and fat.) Then another year abroad, where he got the grant and met the men who would make things happen. Special pleading with the New Zealand government and Asia-Pacific Environmental, at his suggestion, then back to the facility outside Greytown.
Here John is reciting his credentials. Dilworth is a private boys’ boarding school in Auckland. (ETA: Please see this reblog by sixth-light for better context.) Auckland and Otago will be referring to the universities, which are notably the only two in NZ with medical schools. I will add that having studied more in NZ than overseas does not afford you a lot of prestige.
Greytown is a small town (population 2,720 as of 2021) in the lower North Island, near Wellington. (I note here that Trentham, the presumptive namesake of the Second House’s Trentham, is also near Wellington, as is Maymorn, which Tamsyn Muir has said Mercymorn was originally named after.)
Chapter 1
“Is that pikelet mix?” she said.
Pikelet: Like a pancake, but smaller and denser.
Palamedes stood like he was playing a game of Hot Chocolate and the tagger was looking right at him. Hot Chocolate was in fashion with her friends at the moment and Nona wanted to get really good at it.
Putting this here to state for the record that I’m not familiar with Hot Chocolate as a name for a game of that kind. (ETA: An anon was, though, as a different name for Red Light, Green Light. See, not all of NZ is the same.)
I’ve met leaders like Unjust Hope before.
“Unjust Hope” could be from “The Ikons” by James K. Baxter, a famous New Zealand poet.
John 5:20
He said, It was the last one that was getting to me. I knew all those bodies by name. Funny to say, but they were my mates, you know? I’d worked on them for such a long time, and they’d given us so much, and now they were going to get dumped in some concrete skip because after what we’d done to them they couldn’t be cremated or buried safely. I hated that.
Mates: Friends. Classic Kiwi.
Skip: A dumpster.
I didn’t have to worry about the public or the media—we had a pet cop, P—. She’d made detective by that point; was going on to big things in the MoD.
MoD: Probably self-explanatory, but Ministry of Defence.
We only had the demo cans; the mass-produced ones were made in a Five Eyes factory in Shenzhen.
Five Eyes: A surveillance alliance between NZ, Australia, the UK, the US, and Canada. As of 2022, not actively military, nor ostensibly involved with China. Much to think about.
I went around to everyone, talking to my favourites—I know it was weird having favourites, but let’s bloody face it, I’d gone weird—not even saying goodbye, just saying it’ll be fine, hang on for me, kia kaha, kia māia.
Kia kaha, kia māia: Well-known Māori phrase meaning “be strong, be brave”.
John 15:23
You wouldn’t believe how stupid guys get over compliments on our looks, I was vain as.
Vain as: “[adjective] as” is a classic Kiwi way to say that something is extremely [adjective].
P— said I looked like a Māori TV Pink Panther.
Māori TV: Worth noting here that this is a TV channel, and not a generic reference.
Someone’s Honda. Someone’s Mazda. Someone’s four-wheel drive. Someone’s shed. A Macca’s sign.
Shed: A garage.
Macca’s: McDonald’s.
A— and M— moved in with me, and G— set up outside; he was sleeping in his ute. C— was staying with N—, long days. She left us early in the morning and came back the next day with sausage rolls for breakfast.
Ute: A pickup truck. (Short for “utility vehicle”.)
Sausage rolls: A classic NZ food.
You hear all the cicadas in the grass, you hear the dogs in the next town over barking. You hear the moreporks in the trees and the possums skittering over shed roofs.
Morepork: A native owl (Ninox novaeseelandiae).
Possums: Worth noting that NZ has the Australian kind (Trichosurus vulpecula).
He was the bravest dog I’d ever met. Half Chihuahua, half pug. Nan called him Ulysses S. Grunt.
Maybe worth noting here that “Grant” and “Grunt” are pronounced much more alike in an NZ accent than they would be in a North American one.
Chapter 9
Cam ducked into a bakery and came out with a warm and probably radioactive paper bag of pastries that had been under the bakery light the whole time.
Almost certainly a reference to this iconic cultural moment.
She had already got her towel and the old shirt she used to swim in—much easier to go naked, but the others had all objected to this, and Cam had said it would make her a sniper target—and her jandals, and then after masks were tied and hats put on they walked to the beach in the low dusk.
Jandals: Flip-flops. Classic Kiwi.
“I’d give Palamedes the hiding of his fucking life if he wasn’t renting an ass with you.”
Hiding: A beating.
John 5:18
They were lying head-to-head, their eyes aimed at the right part of the sky to see, or in this case not see, the Southern Cross.
Southern Cross: The constellation on the NZ flag. Known formally as, of course, Crux.
There was so much to figure out. But I’d got a dream team on tap, eh? People who could think. C—’s N—, she was on board. C— was still pretending they weren’t dating—she was an artist, so that was cool. If you have two scientists and an engineer and a detective and a lawyer and an artist you’re pretty much sweet as.
Eh: We tend to end sentences with this quite a lot (though of course it’s not just us).
Sweet as: “all good”. Classic Kiwi.
Back then we thought maybe there was something about the ground, something about our particular patch in the Wairarapas, but if we loaded up the ute with a bunch of bodies and looked out for the cops we could do the same thing anywhere else.
The Wairarapas: The region of NZ where Greytown is located. This is an informal way to refer to it, its proper name being the Wairarapa.
“Is that pikelets, Pyrrha? You’re a legend.”
Calling someone a legend to express approval, while not new, has become deeply entrenched in the local consciousness over the last decade or so, thanks to a recognisable anti-drink driving campaign. (If you’ve heard of the “ghost chips” ad, it’s one of those.)
Chapter 12
Crown Him with Many Crowns Thy Full Gallant Legions He Found It in Him to Forgive
He Found It in Him to Forgive: Lyrics from a classic NZ song, “Dominion Road” by The Mutton Birds.
“Why does Pash hate us so much?”
Worth noting here that “pash” (both a noun and a verb) is slang for making out.
John 8:1
You’ve got a wizard out in the wop-wops who’s now got blanket bans from nearly every video upload site and a whole bunch of people have entered the country because of his YouTube channel, the government isn’t all, Love that small-business entrepreneur spirit.
The wop-wops: The middle of nowhere. Often just “the wops”.
Didn’t mention that I’d only gone to Parachute ’cause of the underage drinking.
Parachute: A Christian music festival that existed from 1992 to 2014.
She’d won medals for competition shooting back north in Hamilton, but we’re not talking Jesse James. We’re talking Hamilton.
Hamilton: A city in the North Island (it’s the next city south of Auckland) which it is nationally popular to disparage, especially if you’re from Auckland (this is mutual).
Chapter 16
Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia
Kiriona: Transliteration of “Gideon” into te reo Māori.
“It can’t be my blood. It must be someone else’s. Maybe it’s tomato sauce.”
Pretty throwaway, this one, but when she says tomato sauce this is the kind I think of.
Chapter 18
“Whew!” said Nona. “Is the classroom munted?”
Munted: Busted, fucked up.
John 5:1
There was a lot of it, but we had a lot of people who needed a feed. We sat there with the window cracked so G— could hear us while he manned the barbie, which in the dark gets unwholesome as hell, and we ate off paper plates, and I told them …
A feed: A meal.
Barbie: I think this one should be easy.
He said, Which just goes to show that only getting to NCEA Level 2 isn’t going to stop you making waves in life, right. You can still eat steak, talk to wizards, and take down the government.
NCEA Level 2: This is the qualification you get in your second-to-last year of high school (typically at age 16, which is the age at which you can leave school), and has historically been the minimum you need for university entrance.
This is fairly easy to infer anyway, but John et al. being young enough to have done NCEA (it was introduced in the early 2000s) and old enough to have gone to Parachute to underage drink tells you pretty soundly that they’re millennials.
John 3:20
He said, So I went to the governments that were still sympathetic, sort of, like ours, and all the Trans-Pacifics, and we threw down our evidence.
Probably referring to the TPP.
Not only that, they looked at us and were like, We were going to put you fellas in jail, weren’t we?
Pronounce this as “fullas”, with the U as in “up”.
John 9:22
A bunch of the guys were her old coworkers—guys she’d gone through training with in Porirua, beer buddies.
Porirua: A small city near Wellington.
John 1:20
He said, So here’s us, planning to meet these agents in neutral territory, across the ditch, over in the huddle where the Territory refugees were.
The ditch: The Tasman Sea.
But they weren’t only aggro about G—, they were aggro that a nuke might go off and kill a couple million people. I was like, Guys, it’s fine, they’re Australian.
There’s a rivalry.
John 5:4
Like those old power-washing ads. Spray and walk away, right?
A very recognisable series of ads.
(End of post! If you have learned anything, I’ll be stoked.)
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stormoflina · 1 month
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Yess, just what I was waiting for, the outfit content is baaack! So let's do this.
disclaimer that this is my opinion (!!)
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Might be a hot take, but I LOVE this outfit, Kosti literally never disappoints. Is it giving trustfund kid cosplaying as a mysterious, struggling poet? Yeah. Does he eat it up? YEP! I absolutely love that Kosti knows his colour palette, the sunnies are cute, my only issues are the fit of the pants and the shoes. 9/10
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Okay, Ryan knows his colours as well, and he loves his little monochrome moments, but at the end of the day it's boring, we have seen this already from him and it's just a sweat combo. Love the shoes tho! 4.5/10
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iPad kid. That's it. Jota looks like he is seconds away from pulling out his dirty iPad in the middle of a restaurant and starts listening to CoCo Melon. 1/10
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This is so millennial dad core. Boring! But at least Cody is tall, so that works in his favour. 3/10
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Where do I even begin... Sorry King, but you really missed with this one. The bunnies are cute and so is your smile, but not even them will give you the good points. The baggy pants.. just no. The shoes, also no. I just don't think baby blue is working for Mo. Maybe if it was red, or a deep green? Idk. 3/10
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MY KING, YOU ARE SAVING THESE BUMS. Love , love this fit, everything is perfect, well-tailored, fitting, sharp, elegant, yet still gives off cool kid vibes. The pants *chefs kiss* and the loafers!! I want one as well. I also really like how the the jacket being a bit cropped compliments his body type. An absolute slay. slayndo 10/10
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I see the vision, but it just doesn't work. The shoes are kinda ugly, but like cool ugly. They overpower the fit and not in a good way. 4/10
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Is it a fit or is he just Virgil Van Dijk? Probably the latter. Still, he makes it work, so kudos to my man Virg. 6.9/10
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See, I like it, but it's just not moving me in the same sense that Wataru's or Kosti's did. The shoes are 10/10, I want one, love how it matches the sweater, but I think the beanie is throwing me off? Idk. Still, it's a good fit, Stefan our little fashionista always serves. 8/10
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Mountain Dreams by Crystal Charlotte Lynch
Sometimes I wish I could go away.
Off to the mountains.
Where nature and human intertwine as one.
Where the air is fresh.
You can breathe again.
Beauty is ever evolving around me.
Off to the mountains.
Where I live off the land.
Where I build strength.
Where I rediscover self.
Where I embrace life.
Where I can be free.
Off to the mountains I go.
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pjharvey · 2 months
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the tracklist for tortured poets department looks. bleak lol what on earth are those song titles. ppl will be like oh she’s only cringe bc she’s a millennial but i know lots of millennials who are like normal. taylor come on you can do better i know this
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iirulancorrino · 3 months
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But Dallas? Haunted, uncool, materialistic, understudied, deeply second-tier and determinedly urbane at the same time. Try-hards in Bottega Veneta, their endless oil-and-gas money gleaned from other people’s sweat. Dallas is the America that America don’t want to show. And yet the city has a seductive appeal. When Nobel Prize winning writer and expert chronicle of empire V.S. Naipaul covered the Republican National Convention in Dallas in 1984, he wrote: “Air-conditioned Dallas seemed to me a stupendous achievement, the product of a large vision, American in the best and most humane way: money and applied science creating an elegant city where life had previously been brutish.” Naipaul was right. Like Jack Adkisson smoothing the edges of professional wrestling for his little family empire, Dallas loves to smooth the boundaries between country and city. Here you get a luxury car to cosplay city rich, then you get actually rich, then you buy a recreational ranch to cosplay country. Maybe only Miami enjoys money on as pure a level as Dallas does. I’ve seen men in stingray cowboy boots chatting through their manicures and heard a waiter in an expensive restaurant share a bawdy anecdote from their childhood in the Panhandle as they uncork the Krüg. One of my first weekends living here, I went to Deep Ellum, a neighborhood as essential to early blues recordings as New Orleans was to jazz. It was the peak of a Friday night. I saw a glistening new canary-yellow Porsche with paper tags and a license plate frame that read PORSCHE OF SHREVEPORT crawl down Elm Street. A young woman drove and her friend rode shotgun, the top down, their hair in the wind, sugar money and refinery money drifting in their wake. What Northern Ireland is to poets, DFW is to child stars (Selena Gomez; Demi Lovato; Kaitlyn Dever; etc.). Local Millennials and Zoomers will argue that Dallas is the progenitor of “bro” as an omni-race omni-gender pronoun. There’s exceptionally good eating here: Lao, Viet, Ethiopian, various sub-genres of barbeque, seafood from Sinaloa, pozole from San Luis Potosi, Iraqi bakeries, a half dozen steakhouses so thoughtful and so good that they make one reconsider the entire genre. AT&T Stadium absolutely rules. I’m the son of a Philadelphia Irish sports zealot and—forgive me father—when I was a guest at a Cowboys game, I bought Cowboys gear for my then-infant son and snapped up a Michael Irvin shirt for myself. I hit the Emmett Smith shimmy in a hallway. I regret nothing. Critics would say that Dallas was built to house the money. Yes, it was. As were Milan and Hyderabad.
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