Oh, spit in the ocean and see if it comes back.

theeconomist:

Daily chart: global abortion rates. Having fallen precipitously during the 1990s, the global abortion rate has now stalled, according to a new paper. In some parts of the world, the number of abortions termed as “unsafe” is on the rise. Laws that restrict abortion did not seem to lower the number of procedures—on the contrary, restrictive laws were associated with higher abortion rates.

a Happy New Year’s Eve from Paula Deen. Being the 3rd year in a row that we’ve done this, it is the only tradition with which I’ve stuck. 

watermelon radishes (I’m making kim chi with mine and I’m damned excited).

commercial xmas cheer.

Only through Don Draper did I begin to grasp the feeling after the assassination.
Of course my generation has been told 9 eleven was ‘our’ JFK shooting. Certainly the uneasiness must’ve been alike. And the fixation on the news. The desire to fast forward what feels like a movie. But then, there isn’t anything to say about national tragedy that has yet to be said. Understood, though, yes.

Maybe I do want kids.

For which weekend are you going to Coachella and do you think I could piggyback on your camping spot?

What if when people asked you just how much butter you consumed per annum you replied: About as much as 2 medium-sized children carrying balloons ?

The very last thing I did at work before going on a month-long Pacific Northwest train trip was to find this strip of photos in a grocery cart. This androgynous little person instantly became my spirit animal.

It’s an odd thing to know that your grandfather was a racist but still love him.

If I owned a restaurant.

If I owned a restaurant.