Things I’m Verbing: Abortion, smugness and testimony

Oh my god, what has happened since Tuesday? I mean, there’s the Heartbeat Bill in my native Ohio, which criminalizes abortion at a point before most women even know they’re pregnant. There’s Trump getting the National Park Service to deny permits for weeks around the Lincoln Memorial to prevent the Million Woman March next month. Apparently Trump also just said that internment wasn’t bad because FDR?

Stay brave, friends.

Things I’m Verbing: We’re all inside this blast radius

I’m having trouble pitching. Nothing feels important unless it’s about the election, and I’m already drowning in post-election activism and thinkpieces and horror stories and grief and obituaries of journalists we really needed. (Rest in power, Gwen Ifill.) I’m glued to Twitter and Facebook, I’m frantically spending too much time retweeting advice and interpretations and warnings, I’m scrounging up funds for recurring donations and subscriptions. It feels like doing absolutely nothing and too much all at the same time. Meanwhile:

Let’s just get right into it.

Good luck out there.

Image Credit: Steve Helber/AP. “Graffiti is seen on the statue of Confederate President Jefferson Davis in Richmond, Va., on Nov. 10, 2016.”

Things I’m Verbing: Cookie surgery, costuming dystopias and old things that are really old

The winter weather advisory has passed in New York, and I am still on my way to an opening day matinee of Hail Caesar! in a few hours. Frankly, I’m interested in fun stuff right now. Sometimes the hideous, heart-hurting stuff gets to be too much. It’s okay to linkspam fun links. Moreover, it’s just one of those days.

  • It’s particularly one of those days because NPR highlighted the Food Surgeon and his oddly unnerving but utterly engrossing dissections and reconstructions of foods that were never meant to be combined. It’s like watching the Victor Frankenstein of test kitchens.
  • Using methods more often seen in biology, researchers have found that not only are fairy tales much older than we thought, but at least one them demonstrably dates back to the Bronze Age.
  • Crafting types, just in case there ever is an apocalypse on the way, you can stock up on supplies for all your dystopian knitwear needs.
  • Look, I switched from Android to my iPhone for its camera. Looks like I made my choice for the right reasons.
  • I might as well be talking about first-gen iPods, though. Yes, I’m linking a BuzzFeed listicle, but “45 Signs You’re an Old Millennial” is just too, too real.