They were tested for S.T.I.s and U.T.I.s; they were prescribed birth-control pills and antibiotics; they were fitted for diaphragms and I.U.D.s and cervical caps; they learned how to check their breasts for lumps. They had pregnancy tests and Pap smears and abortions.
Birthright - The New Yorker - 5 views
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She had a question about her anatomy
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Senate that abortion constitutes “well over ninety per cent of what Planned Parenthood does,” Planned Parenthood reported that abortions make up less than three per cent of its services, whereupon a Kyl staffer offered that what Kyl had said “was not intended to be a factual statement.
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Getting Bin Laden - The New Yorker - 12 views
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symbolic victory it needed to begin phasing troops out of Afghanistan
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two MH-60 Black Hawk helicopters lifted off from Jalalabad Air Field, in eastern Afghanistan, and
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Shortly after eleven o'clock on the night of May 1st, two MH-60 Black Hawk helicopters lifted off from Jalalabad Air Field, in eastern Afghanistan, and embarked on a covert mission into Pakistan to kill Osama bin Laden. Inside the aircraft were twenty-three Navy SEALs from Team Six, which is officially known as the Naval Special Warfare Development Group, or DEVGRU.
The Man Who Ate Everything - 11 views
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CHAPTER ONE
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Everything
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An Alphabet for Gourmets: 1940s Archive : gourmet.com - 4 views
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said NO so sternly that I promised to wait until May fifteenth, which could easily be labeled Pea-planting Day in Swiss almanacs.
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And then on May fifteenth, a balmy sweet day if ever I saw one, my seeds went into the warm, welcoming earth,
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But the thing that really mattered, that piped the high, unforgettable tune of perfection, was the peas, which came from their hot pot onto our thick china plates in a cloud, a kind of miasma, of everything that anyone could ever want from them, even in a dream.
An Alphabet for Gourmets: 1940s Archive : gourmet.com - 1 views
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Small brown roasted chickens lay on every plate, the best ones 1 have ever known, roasted for me that afternoon by Madame Doellenbach of the Vieux Vevey and not chilled since, but cooled in their own intangibly delicate juices.
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Small brown roasted chickens lay on every plate, the best ones 1 have ever known, roasted for me that afternoon by Madame Doellenbach of the Vieux Vevey and not chilled since, but cooled in their own intangibly delicate juices.
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