going without. Probably the most amazing thing I've learned about the First Depression is that people just quit having kids, which made the baby boom seem more of a boom*. At least now it's safer to abort.
*Heard it on NPR, not sure what program, no time to hunt it down.
(Gleaned from the Carnival.)
Where to begin? No out-of-pocket expenses in this $40-copay world? Subliminal cheerleading for the worst health care system in the world? Or just the jaw-dropping idiocy of using a fork to scoop out an avocado?
(Filched from WashingtonMonthly)
to be introduced to America, "60 Minutes" was not the right pimp. Somehow I kinda think viewers of that musty show are plugged in enough to know she's damn near inescapable. And anyone younger wouldn't be watching.
When are the 15 minutes up, please?
They might have competition for their finest restaurants:
". . . The sautéed veal with asparagus was at least as good as any I've had in New Jersey, but the breaded and deep-fried lamb chops were teamed with breaded and deep-fried artichokes. All we needed was pommes frites and a cardiologist."
(I was so much older then.)
over this. I first braved the kitchen when I was in single digits myself, with my schizophrenic, profoundly depressed mom calling out instructions on how to bake a cake as she lay smoking in bed. I'm all for kids cooking. Just don't shove them down my throat like they're Molto Egoettes.