Texas was one of many places where the blue tsunami changed the landscape of politics in America this week. Will that affect where Buc-ee's does business?
10 years ago or whatever, you could tell this was obviously satire. Nowadays? Much closer to indistinguishable from shit ya’ll qaeda Christians do and say totally earnestly.
I am also not an expert but my inclination is “no”.
You could, having never seen an impressionist painting, come up with an impressionist art piece on your own.
Similarly, you can act and behave in ways that follow rules and patterns you are not consciously aware of.
You can be broadly described as a parody of something, with yourself either not aware of / intending this, or even with you vehemently denying it.
You don’t have to be self aware to delve into an oddly specific, intense, and reverant form of nostalgia. You can do that without realizing that that is what you are doing.
To a ya’ll qaeda Christian, “family friendly” means:
Jesus is watching you masturbate, disapprovingly.
He also wants you to remember its a sin to discuss your wages/salary, and that unionizing is an unforgivable/deadly sin.
… its camp. They don’t realize they’re doing camp, because they’re in a cult, but its camp.
Right, here’s Betty Bowers, America’s Best Christian.
https://youtube.com/MrsBettyBowers
10 years ago or whatever, you could tell this was obviously satire. Nowadays? Much closer to indistinguishable from shit ya’ll qaeda Christians do and say totally earnestly.
I’m not an expert, but doesn’t “camp” require at least a minimal amount of self-awareness?
I am also not an expert but my inclination is “no”.
You could, having never seen an impressionist painting, come up with an impressionist art piece on your own.
Similarly, you can act and behave in ways that follow rules and patterns you are not consciously aware of.
You can be broadly described as a parody of something, with yourself either not aware of / intending this, or even with you vehemently denying it.
You don’t have to be self aware to delve into an oddly specific, intense, and reverant form of nostalgia. You can do that without realizing that that is what you are doing.