Justified Friending Meme and Squee Post!

[intrikate88]

Friends and followers and soon-to-be-friends!

Many of you watch Justified. So I thought it was time we all had a big shindig and got to know each other. This is BOTH a friend meme and a post where you can say whatever, so check out the first thread to introduce yourself and get friendly, post some fic and fic recs, post some meta, post some gifs, or just chime in to say I AM ATTRACTED TO WALTON GOGGINS EVEN THOUGH HE LOOKS LIKE AN ELECTROCUTED CUEBALL WITH TOO MANY TEETH AND I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT HE NEEDS TO KEEP SAYING WORDS. All that's okay. Personally I will be meta-ing about Boyd and linking to my genderbent lesbians-of-Harlan-County ficlets that came out of nowhere.

Let's just have a good time!

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Friending Thread!

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copypasta:

Name:
Age:
Location:
What makes you love Justified:
Favorite character:
Best quote:
Interesting fact about yourself:

Re: Friending Thread!

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Name: Katie
Age: 24
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
What makes you love Justified: It's a show about Southerners with actual characterization of people instead of blanket stereotypes! It's got fantastic characters and a good hold of continuity! The ladies are badass! I could go on.
Favorite character: I think they're all my favorite in one way or another. Okay maybe not like Dewey Crowe or some of the guys from Detroit.
Best quote: "Goddamn, woman, do you only shoot people when they're eating supper?!"
Interesting fact about yourself: I make and drink Apple Pie regularly.

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I LIKE THIS IDEA!

Name: Claire
Age: almost 24
Location: Tennessee
What makes you love Justified: All the awesome women, Timothy Olyphant's shirtlessness, character-actor-on-character-actor crime, everything about Tim Gutterson.
Favorite character: 4-way tie between Rachel, Tim, Raylan, and Art
Best quote: "Then I got his deer rifle from the kitchen closet, and I went in there and I did what I had to do."
Interesting fact about yourself: I was almost on Jeopardy, but they wanted me on the show one week after I moved to a new state and started a new job, so that wasn't happening.

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One of these days when we have a free weekend we need to get together, I mean we're like two hours apart, seriously.

I was almost on Jeopardy! Well, Junior Jeopardy, and I was like the top-3 Southeast finalist or something and didn't get picked, but it was close. You made it closer. SO COOL.

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Apple Pie Recipe:

1/2 gallon of apple juice
1/2 gallon of apple cider
1 1/2 cup brown sugar
4 cinnamon sticks
1/2 liter of moonshine/ corn whiskey/ Everclear

Add apple juice, apple cider, the white and brown sugar, and the whole fresh cinnamon sticks to a large pot and bring to a boil. Remove the pot from the stove and let it cool down to room temperature. Once at room temperature, gradually stir in the alcohol. What you don’t consume in one sitting, you can bottle for later use. Store it in sterile Mason jars, place one of the cinnamon sticks you used in each jar, and then store them in a cool dark dry place (or your fridge). Will stay good for the foreseeable future, but you'll drink it all before it can go bad. This batch will make about 4 1/2 quarts.

Of course, adjust to taste. You can slice up an apple to put in the jars, but be careful when you eat the fruit, because boozy fruit will make your face go numb with the speed at which it gets you drunk.

[scornedsaint.livejournal.com]

What's hilarious about my life right now is that I actually have a lot of access to moonshine.

[intrikate88.livejournal.com]

It's good stuff! I will be utilizing more of it in future alcohol experiments. I was actually out at a bar last week with a friend and we were talking to this guy who had just decided, after roadtripping around for awhile, that he was going to move to Atlanta. And he had just come from North Carolina and a friend who had an actual moonshine still and made Apple Pie straight out of the still, and he went back to his hotel room and got me and Maria a big cup of Apple Pie, and HOLY SHIT that was delicious. (And also, I got the story out of it of that time I went to a bar and took beer and moonshine from a stranger, haha)

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Q: Were you reticent to play a role where the character is such a bigot?
Walton Goggins: I don’t like being the token Southern racist and I think that that is trite and overdone and we’ve seen it. Racism exists everywhere in this world, not just in the South. So, yes, I was very reticent at first and had long conversations with the creators before I began, and wanted to make Boyd very smart and self-taught and almost have a genius IQ. They went for that. I also didn’t want him to necessarily believe everything that he was preaching and we were able to do that with infusion of intelligence and a love of words.

I've seen Walton Goggins talk about this idea in interviews before on youtube; this quote came from one with the AJC (http://www.ajc.com/news/lifestyles/actor-walton-goggins-talks-about-justified-being-f/nQhL6/).

I SO get that. Southerners being painted with a broad brush with little sense of diversity or personality, where the Southerner is the token idiot, the token racist. They're there to make other people look better. And look I KNOW this region has a reputation for a reason, but I've lived here my whole life and I know that you can find racist dickhead idiots everywhere else in the world and you can find incredibly inclusive, intelligent people in the South. A show that recognizes that and does justice by its characters, giving us everything from Dewey Crowe, who follows anyone's prejudiced thought and is dumber than a bag of hammers, to Boyd Crowder, who quotes John Maynard Keynes at a guy he has duct taped to a chair and whose white-supremacist phase was mainly driven by a need for followers and a love of blowing shit up.

And it's Boyd that I find the most fascinating, because he's so scary smart, he loves to read, he was once obsessed with astronauts and space travel, he is, by rights, the one who should have made it out of Harlan. He should have stayed out of the coal mine, taken a few semesters at University of Central Tennesee, transferred to UK, graduated with a double major in philosophy and economics, gone on to Northwestern or Yale on scholarship to at least a masters if not further in economics. He would have shed his Kentucky accent as quickly as possible when he saw how people looked down on him, he would have excelled, gotten a good job maybe in an advisory or executive role at a financial firm, or maybe some aspect of government where his analysis and leadership skills could be put to good use, perhaps even on an international, diplomatic role-- he is, after all, good at juggling lots of people with different interests. He never would have looked back at Kentucky, except to think about it like a trap he escaped.

But he didn't do that; he didn't have an Aunt Helen like Raylan had pushing him, he didn't have anyone who thought it was valuable for him to make more of himself than his father had before him. And I can't imagine that he didn't dream of it, but nobody supported him in that, I suppose. He just got roped into Harlan and all that happens there and never got out.

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For a totally different thought (that I promise is related) a friend and I were recently discussing hipsterdom and the whole concept of wearing things that are fashionably unfashionable, using old-fashioned cameras and record players, collecting kitschy shit bought at Urban Outfitters or Anthropologie, liking stuff that isn't too popular, and trying to get some sort of nostalgic rustic aesthetic of simplicity. Except it's all fake, of course; the cheap funky cameras are $120 Holga cameras with an extra fish-eye lens, the homemade-looking quilt cost over a hundred at UO, they look like lumberjacks even though they live in the middle of Brooklyn, or LA, or Atlanta. They have to be *ironic*, because being genuine about mason-jar lamps, or using things that your family has used for the past eighty years, or not being able to afford a nice coordinated set of bedroom linens, or dressing like that because that nice dress your mom bought in 1992 is still wearable and fits is… not cool. It's backwards. You can glamorize a sanitized version of it, and like it ironically, but if you have no shame about living close to the earth and your community, using old patched-up things, drinking in dive bars because there aren't any ritzy ones, putting on a vest and pocket watch because it means that you're not doing hard labor today… then you're not the fashionable shabby-chic urban class. Then you're Boyd Crowder.

And that part of who he is, he doesn't run from. He doesn't pretend he's being ironic about who he is. He genuinely lives as much as himself as he can be. He fucks up in serious ways and he doesn't excuse himself for that; he keeps his tattoos even though he's turned away from the life he had when he got them (which is not something I could ever do, with regards to tattoos). He wants to own a chain of Dairy Queens because he knows the profits can make him respectable, even though he has the ability for his ambition to go in a far more sophisticated direction. He doesn't want that, though. He wants to be himself, with Ava, and live in a house near where he grew up, and have grandkids who can play with anyone else's kids.