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@electoralcollege that’s the Washington nationals flag not Walgreens 😂😂😂

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state levels

God tier: Texas, New York, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, California, New Hampshire

Good tier: Pennsylvania, Montana, Louisiana, Alaska, Conneticut, Maine, Hawaii, Nevada, Pennsylvania, Washington, Illinois

Meh tier: Ohio, Illinois, Arizona, Colorado, Delaware, Iowa, Kansas, Maryland, Michigan, Minnesota, North/South Dakota, Wyoming

Bad tier: South/North Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Indiana, Kentucky, Mississippi, Nebraska, Wisconsin

Shit tier: Oklahoma, Arkansas, Utah, Florida, Virginia, Tennessee, Missouri, New Jersey, West Virginia

AS A CALIFORNIAN I CAN CONFIRM THIS IS A GOOD FUCKING POST

Every state I’ve lived in is in bad or shit tier fight me

new mexico isn't even included.

This is the myth of One Direction:

In 2010, Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn entered The X-Factor as solo contestants. Individually, they were good but not great. They were kicked off the show. And then the divine hand of Simon Cowell stayed their banishment from reality television paradise and said, “What if you all came back, and the five of you sang together?”

They were strangers to each other when this happened: five teenage boys from mostly lower-middle class towns in England and Ireland. They weren’t the only band Cowell put together that season. They were underdogs and goofballs, bad dancers. They were plucked from obscurity and brought together by fate.

They didn’t even win their season, actually— someone named Matt Cardle did, and I’m sure he can tell you how much good that did him. Because winning, as it turned out, didn’t matter. Winning might actually have hurt their careers, because it would have made them products of the machine instead of the two-time almost-also-rans.

Instead, they became ones we got to save ourselves.

This is the truth of One Direction: they feels like ours in a way that no other boyband ever has. Hanson and the Jonas Brothers are accidents of genetics and upbringing, and ‘Nsync and The Backstreet Boys were masterminded in Orlando dance studios long before they were ever presented to the public. One Direction happened in front of our eyes, and it kept happening because we demanded it. It happened because we saw those boys, lonely dreamers, and decided it was up to us to make their dreams come true.

I say we, but I had nothing to do with the early days of this phenomenon. I was twenty three and twenty four as One Direction swept through X-Factor and then on to record their first album, Up All Night. I remember seeing a zillion pictures of them in the “Popular” tab on Instagram and thinking, god, boybands look like babies these days. I remember screaming along to What Makes You Beautiful on the radio in the car with friends and thinking, “Who even sings this incredibly stupid, catchy song?”

The Instagram thing turned out to be indicative, actually. X-Factor had the band creating reams of digital media every week, the show itself combined with required extras, what have become known as the Staircase Videos, coming through official channels while the boys, true millennials (guided by the instructions of savvy handlers), used things like twitcam and yfrog to document their experiences from the inside.

This fostered a deeper personal connection between band and fans, a sense that we had unmediated access to them. They wanted us in their lives not just when they were on stage, performing, but when they were home in bed, hiding from their families, bored and maybe a little bit lonely. They were reaching out for connection. They were just like us that way.

Being themselves has always been One Direction’s strongest currency: the not-dancing thing, for starters, but also their unapologetic partying, their tattoos, their habit of talking over one another endlessly in interviews, like could give a shit if anyone watching will be able to hear a goddamn word anyone is saying. And in those early days, they were themselves: what the hell else did they know how to be?

In the years since they’ve internalized the particular doublethink that fame requires: the knowledge that everyone is always watching, and that you have to know that, but that you also must always seem to behave as if you don’t. Act natural. It’s harder than it looks, if only because doing it is, by definition, making effort invisible.

One Direction grew up into it, acting natural. They are very, very  good at it.

In fact, they are always on their best behavior. Harry Styles once got a tattoo because an artist had shown up somewhere and his customer hadn’t. You can read the story two ways: Harry didn’t want the artist to feel bad, or like he had wasted his time, which is sweet. But, and, or, Harry knew that after he left the room that artist could give someone a story about them. One Direction has a tattoo artist on call just in case they want ink done. What an indulgent, luxurious waste. So he made sure that didn’t happen.

“Up for it?” Louis sometimes asks the other boys on stage, as if the answer could ever be no.

It’s hard to say how clear the band is, internally, on the weirdness of their lives. They’re so insistent in interviews about their normalcy. “We’re bad planners,” Liam said whenever anyone asked about what they thought they’d get up to during their indefinite hiatus. As if they were just lads; as if any of this could have happened if they weren’t able to make plans and stick to them. The answer does two things, though, deftly, because Liam is a professional: it deflects the question, and it reinforces his status as a regular dude. Celebrities say no comment. Lads say, “Fuck, man, I don’t really know.”

The thing about the interview process, though, particularly during album promo season, is that you get the same questions asked again, and again, until a more complicated truth emerges. Finally Liam told Ryan Seacrest, “We’ve had our lives planned out for the last five years. Which is kind of like not having a plan at all.”

And a plan is different from a series of exigencies, I guess, which is truly what they had in their run as a band: get an album out so you can promote it so you can record the next one so you can get it out and promote it so you can, so you can, so you can keep on being famous, which is unquantifiable, and making money, which isn’t. Making music sometimes seems like a tertiary concern in the midst of all of this machinery churning. Not that the music is not good, or that it doesn’t matter to the boys themselves, but in the larger scheme of One Direction, the music is only one a piece of a much larger puzzle.

Which is why Made in the AM is so. 

It’s so good, first of all, and it didn’t have to be; they could have turned in an hour of indifferent pop and let stagnancy start to stale out their fanbase. Also, though, it’s so personal. The band has talked kind of exhaustively in interviews about how songs are about what you need them to be about or they’re about something the public doesn’t know and can’t guess or how they’re about a lot of things, but it’s not hard to draw certain straight lines between what’s been going on in their lives personally and what’s ended up here musically. Whether or not those lines direct us to anything true isn’t exactly the point. The fact that One Direction is letting us draw them is.

Because what Made in the AM is, ultimately, is emotionally honest. Authenticity is a slippery word, but I think it’s fair to say that if the boys perform it in interviews, they inhabit it on the album. AM is complicated, and it’s tired, and it’s vulnerable. It’s not the work of myths or legends or heartthrobs or idols, aimed at the top of the charts and the undivided love of everyone’s heart. It is not acting natural. It is not acting at all. 

Made in the AM is the work of four dumb human boys and their team trying to make something that acknowledges change, and invites it, even. It’s an album about doing what all boys do, eventually: betraying their youth, and growing all the way up. It’s steeped in the themes boybands aren’t allowed to touch, mostly: Loss. Fear. Hurt. Change. Uncertainty. Insecurity, and not the cute kind. Made in the AM lets itself be seen in unflattering light. 

The kingdom of boybands is an elysian field of love and youth, unchangeable, eternal. Made in the AM, true to its name, reminds us that nights break and morning comes, that there is ending— but, crucially, also, that there is after, that what feels like the earth cracking open underneath your feet might just be the landscape shifting and resettling. To become something new necessarily requires shedding old skin and leaving it behind. Made in the AM marks the point of transition: One Direction letting us see what it looks like as they let go of mythic, blessed boyhood, and start to face up to the chaos and uncertainty of admitting that we don’t always know what the hell comes next. 

X Factor 2016

louis ❤️

WHAT I’M DOING IN RESPONSE TO TRUMP’S PRESIDENCY

Here’s a big list of shit that I’m doing in response to Donald Trump’s presidency. For the record: I’m worried that he, his administration, and many American citizens will embrace fascism. Even if this general embrace of violent intolerance doesn’t occur, Trump will likely veto climate legislation (if it were to miraculously make it through either chamber of Congress). In other words, my current hunch—and current guiding premise for action—is that living in America is going to get worse. Fast. Listed in order of perceived importance and/or efficacy:  GENERAL PRINCIPLES:  a. Avoid most news media corporations. Pay attention to people you trust. That said: fact check as rigorously as possible before making a judgement. b. Don’t stop talking with people who supported or still support Trump. Tell them why you’re worried or why you’re critical; show them evidence that backs your claims. c. Know my immediate physical needs and vulnerabilities. c. Subsume pain into action. d. Understand, then moralize. (Though if waiting is dangerous, trust your gut.) e. Realize that you’re going to have less time for art in the next four to eight years. Don’t be a fucking baby about it. FIRST THINGS FIRST: 0. Protecting my online activity and communications from prying eyes: http://www.themarysue.com/internet-privacy-101/ 0.1. https://theintercept.com/2015/04/27/encrypting-laptop-like-mean/ 0.2. https://theintercept.com/2016/02/18/passcodes-that-can-defeat-fbi-ios-backdoor/ 0.3. https://theintercept.com/2016/11/12/surveillance-self-defense-against-the-trump-administration/ 1. What to do if you’re stopped by police, immigration agents, or the FBI. 2. What are your rights while you peacefully protest? 3. Putting together Go Bags. 3. Talking with my loved ones about our risk thresholds if violent persecution of others becomes normal. 4. Asking Muslim friends what they need. (An example: money to renew their passports.) 5. Asking Mexican American friends what they need. 6. Asking Black friends what they need. 7. Asking LGBTQ friends what they need. 8. Organizing local friends and plugging us into the biggest group of local progressives. 9. Finding out out who your representatives are. CALLING PEOPLE: 10. Calling my representatives once per day to urge them to urge all members of the Electoral College to vote for Clinton on December 19th. A template message: http://pastebin.com/FUM4buEj 11. Calling the House Oversight Committee once per day to support the call for a bipartisan review of Trump’s financial records and apparent conflicts of interest: https://twitter.com/gaileyfrey/status/799380085610450944 12. Calling the Democratic National Committee to urge them to elect Keith Ellison as their Chairperson: http://my.democrats.org/page/s/contact-the-democrats 13. Calling my representatives to urge them to publicly denounce the appointment of Stephen K. Bannon as his chief strategist (now they’ve all done this): https://medium.com/@samala/for-the-love-of-all-that-is-holy-and-good-stopbannons-appointment-9880c4cb83b3#.5sero52bp JOINING ORGANIZATIONS: 14. The NAACP 15. The Democratic Socialists of America 16. Somos Un Pueblo Unido SIGNING PETITIONS: 15. Urging the Electoral College to vote for Clinton on December 19th: https://www.change.org/p/electoral-college-electors-electoral-college-make-hillary-clinton-president-on-december-19 16. Urging Congress to restore the Voting Rights Act: http://go.turnoutpac.org/page/s/protect-the-right-to-vote?source=MS_EM_PET_2016.11.17_B1_VRA_X__F1_S2_C1__all-ac 17. Urging the DNC to appoint Keith Ellison as their Chairperson: http://pac.petitions.moveon.org/sign/appoint-keith-ellison 18. Urging President Obama to declare a “Standing Rock” national monument: https://go.ourrevolution.com/page/s/standing-rock-monument 19. Urging President Obama to commute Chelsea Manning’s sentence to time served: https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/commute-chelsea-mannings-sentence-time-served-1 20. Urging American election officials to audit the 2016 election results: https://www.change.org/p/demand-an-audit-of-the-2016-presidential-election READING: – How to survive an autocracy. – Trump as president is not normal. – A time for refusal. – Don’t count on checks and balances to save you. SAYING: – Don’t give up. – Get to work.

Six months ago, I bet hundreds of dollars that Trump would win the American presidency. I bet money on my burgeoning belief in order to make it seem full-blooded, to make it feel consequential. Two months ago, a friend told me that D.C. insiders were unanimous in their opinion that Trump had no chance—and only then did I become absolutely certain that Trump would win.

As of last night’s tallies, Trump will be this nation’s most powerful person in January.

This election has revealed some facts:

Facts: – many journalists, pundits, pollsters, and prognosticators were paid to publish opinions that were opportunistic, uninformed, naive, or all of the above – the news media gave Trump much more attention than any other candidate – the media depiction of this American presidential election fostered anxiety, despair, and anger – many people who attended college underestimated the political participation of many people who didn’t attend college – the candidate whose political speech was more often illogical and more explicitly emotive than his opponents’ won the election – the candidate who publicly lied more often than his opponents won the election

How can we put together these facts to make our futures less illusory, confusing, and terrifying? How do the facts of 2016’s election reveal to us to a better future for humans in general?

1. A future in which the news media is less watched, read, and listened to is a future in which less people are paid to bullshit. A future in which the news media companies are smaller and less profitable is a future in which more people recognize that the reporting most likely to engender understanding is local reporting. A future in which less people consume simple narratives about complex, dynamic events is a future in which people are less often shocked by the world’s turns, and less often pained by the stories desperately and irresponsibly constructed to explain them.

2. Attending college, reading op-eds, and looking at polls does not grant you the power to understand the present psychological workings of millions of people. Recognizing this will guarantee us a future less replete with presumption, loathing, and belittlement. A future in which people learn to have calm conversations with folks who hold different opinions and principles, and do so frequently, is a future in which people are truly educated. These conversations must occur without cloaks or arbitration, without applause or points. We have no institutions that organize this kind of conversation among citizens of all demographics, though we do have the tools to build them.

3. If someone argues that a given politician will not win an election because that politician does what politicians and power-seekers have done since the beginning of recorded civilization—i.e. lie, use rhetoric, and stir up powerful emotions—then that someone should be swiftly and rigorously shunned as a toxic substance. A future in which politicians’ behavior is publicly compared to diverse historical precedents—not just those from the past century—is a future in which less citizens will be confused and fooled. We should also strive to be rigorous in our judgements about political claims and platforms; relying on quickly-formed opinions produced for money will weaken our intellectual and moral faculties.

4. Pain is swifter and more psychologically dominant than we’d like to admit. We are sensitive beings; we fall prey to the bad more easily than feel inspired by the good. A future in which we recognize and declare our inclinations is a future in which we more often acknowledge our prejudices. The more often we acknowledge our prejudices, the more we know ourselves. If politics is to become less fanged, we must establish a more direct proportion between knowing ourselves and knowing others.

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This year, I’ve tried to adhere to two principles:

a. subsume pain into action b. understand, then moralize

I felt as if I understood the two leading presidential candidates six months ago, then decided then how I would vote. This points to the latter principle.

Now, I’m pointing to the former principle, literally as I type: I type beside a friend, a friend recently overwhelmed by American politics and the demands of our shared curriculum at college. Last night, late into the election updates, this friend admitted to feeling pretty fucked up. So I talked with him some more, offering to skip class to help him finish an overdue assignment, take care of some mental health errands, and eat some decent food.

I recount this not to invite praise. I recount this only to say that I’m right now helping a friend who is pained, helping him in a way that isn’t yoked to disparaging others. And that this simple act seems to revive the pristine guarantor of our better future.

Thanks to the amazing Becca Klaver, we have a bit of video from Friday night’s reading. It features Gina Abelkop, Carrie Murphy, and me (in that order). It was truly a lovely evening!

old video of a lovely reading. miss those days, kind of.

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via staininyourbrain)

Souvenir from Santa Fe, New Mexico, c. 1970s.

The souvenir is composed of a tiny adobe brick with a history of adobe and instructions on how to make adobe bricks.