My many trips to Texas this year have given me a new appreciation for Texas.
Most of the stereotypes can be found if you look hard enough, of course, for all stereotypes have at least some basis in truth. But my overarching takeaway is that (a) Texans really love Texas; and (b) Texans simply don’t give a fuck what you think about Texas. They’re too busy really loving Texas, you see, to worry about why you don’t.
This is a good thing. Because while I don’t ever see myself living in Texas, I would love to one day live someplace people really love to be and in which folks really take pride. Ohio has its particular charms, but pride of place is not one of them. We’ll tell you why Ohio isn’t as bad as you think it might be, but at the end of the day the biggest thing it has going for it is its basic convenience and efficiency. People don’t tend to put that kind of thing on coffee mugs and beer koozies.
And the Ohio hotel continental breakfast bars certainly don’t have waffle irons like the one I encountered here in Dallas this morning: