I’m sitting on a couch. I have a sweater on. My friend is next to me. She looks up at me and brushes my arm. “Your sweater is really comfortable,” She says. She takes my hand. I look at her, and she looks at me.
@PhanOfQ@conorjrogers Debris in the water. It actually makes the flow way more dangerous because it’s a lot denser than water. You would have no chance if you got hit by it, even 3-6 inches of that flood may have knocked you to the ground and taken you away
Why do I keep hammering on and on about how measles is mainly a problem for tight knit low vax communities?
Because our understanding of the problem informs our approach to solving it.
If you believe that measles is a problem b/c the overall US vax rate dropped from 96% to 94%, you're going to get incredibly angry at every every single person who shows any skepticism toward vaccines in any form. In your mind, they are the problem, they are responsible, they are why these outbreaks happen.
But that is not what is happening. Measles isn't infecting 90% vaccinated populations. It is spreading in 20%-40% vaccinated populations, which are almost always tight-knit separatist religious communities. That was true in Canada and it's been true in the US.
Mennonites in Texas, FLDS in Utah, Somali Muslims in Ohio and Minnesota, Pennsylvania Amish, the Way of Truth community in South Carolina, the list goes on and on
The solution to this problem is outreach to these communities, not dragging the overall MMR vax rate up 2%. That's where we should spend our time and our money but I almost never see any pro-vax people talk about this. It's always generalized attacks that serve as a proxy for culture war. They conflate MMR vaccines with Hepatitis B or Covid vax.
This is incredibly annoying to me b/c I think that solving the problem requires a clear view of what the problem actually is.
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No one ever understood her own place in American life more deeply, or embraced it with more gusto, than Dolly Parton. This was a woman who understood the assignment. She was a kind of living national monument—her lines drawn brighter and her colors more saturated than seemed possible in real life. But there she was: realer than real.
Others might have been tormented by the role she was thrust into. But Parton always seemed totally at peace with what she meant to people. She took in all that adoration and desire, a weight of public love that would have crushed a weaker soul, and converted it into ten trillion watts of gratitude and joy. I believe it was her faith that taught her to do that.
When you visit the Grand Canyon for the first time, you think: it can’t really be everything it’s been made out to be, everything it is on the postcards. And then there it is, like a drawing of itself that you’ve stepped into. Watching Dolly was like visiting the Grand Canyon. She really was all that, and no description you wrote of her could do her justice.
Look at the way she works the crowd in this clip: totally in control of her image, totally self-aware about it, standing outside to wink at it while also inhabiting it fully. She was more than a caricature; she was ten times as sophisticated as any knowing commentary on her could ever be. She was like America: simple and sincere yet totally overpowering and bemused by her own wonderful extravagance—me? Here? Would you believe it!
There will never be another. It was her faith that made her heart able to take all that. It will be her faith that leads her home. RIP.
@BarryOnHere In fairness Barry, the men using her are not blameless here either
Using her as a cum dumpster is as much their fault as hers, they could refuse