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5 things you didn't know about Martin Luther King Jr.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. made his mark on the U.S. and the world when he pioneered for civil rights and equality decades ago.

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His story has been told and recreated in numerous forms: books, movies, articles and podcasts highlight facts about the activist's life until his death in 1968.

While most people know about the Baptist minister's work with the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, his push for nonviolent resistance and civil disobedience to create change and his famous "I Have A Dream" speech, some facets of King's life are discussed infrequently.

Here are five things you might not have known about Martin Luther King Jr.:

1. King was the middle child, and his birth is celebrated nationwide.

Born January 15, 1929, to Reverend Martin Luther King, Sr. and Alberta Williams King, Martin Luther King Jr. was the couple's second child and their first son. Martin Luther King Jr. had an older sister and a younger brother. Martin Luther King Jr. is one of two Americans whose birthday is celebrated as a national holiday; the other is George Washington.

2. Martin wasn't always his name.

Martin Luther King Jr. was born Michael King Jr. His father, who was born Michael King, changed his name after the death of his father-in-law in 1931. After filling in the pastoral footsteps of his father-in-law, Michael King Sr. adopted the name Martin Luther King in honor of the German Protestant religious leader Martin Luther. Michael Jr. later took the name, too.

3. He skipped two grades and entered college at a young age. 

Martin Luther King Jr. skipped the ninth and the 11th grade and started his college career at Morehouse College in Atlanta at the age of 15 in 1944.

4. He survived an assassination attempt.

Izola Ware Curry, a mentally ill woman, stabbed King with a letter opener at a 1958 book signing. The seven-inch blade was lodged near his heart, and it took doctors hours of surgery to remove the blade.

"The X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery," King said in his "I've Been to the Mountaintop" speech. "And once that's punctured, you’'e drowned in your own blood. That's the end of you."

5. He was arrested more than two dozen times. 

King was arrested 30 times

What Happens When You Let Friends Use Your Tinder Account

I'm on Tinder, but I don't have to be happy about it. I am getting pretty good at explaining the internet to people. Most of the time, these are older relatives, like my parents and grandparents. "Facebook is mutual," I tell them. "Twitter is one-way. Tumblr is a like if Facebook and Twitter had a baby. A gay baby."

But last year, I was hanging out with a couple I'm close with, two hip, engaged-in-the-world 30-somethings with burgeoning digital presences of their own, when my friend asked, "How does Tinder work?"

I looked at her suspiciously. "Is that a trick question?" I asked.

My friend, Teresa, is married, works as a photographer, and is a minor Pinterest celebrity. (Full disclosure: I'm not sure I could explain Pinterest to you). She and her husband met eight years ago and have been married for four, so they've been off the market since the waning days of the George W. Bush presidency. Neither of them ever had a need for OKCupid, much less Tinder.

In the moment, I had to remind myself how Tinder worked: You attach the app to your Facebook account, tell it what kind of genitalia you're interested in, throw in an age range, and limit how far away a potential match can be. Then the app lines up the people that fit the bill—I assume using some sort of mathscience to order them—and presents them like targets at a phenomenally boring shooting gallery.

"Can I try?" Teresa asked.

Anyone who has used Tinder will probably be able to relate to the soul-crushing stupor you can enter when you use it—face after face getting flicked mostly to the left, occasionally to the right. At some point, it starts to feel like a war of attrition. Why would anyone want to try it?

I handed my phone to Teresa somewhat nervously, and she took to her task with relish. Even as I attempted to watch over her shoulder, I felt what I realized was an important sense of control over my Tinder matches slipping away. "No, no, no…" she said, her finger sliding left with a newbie's deliberateness.

"This guy is a lawyer... and he lives in town!" Teresa said, referencing a deep, ill-fated entanglement with a bartender I'd recently matched with while traveling. To Teresa's mind, that guy's biggest flaw was that he'd lived so dang far away. She swiped right on the lawyer. "Oooh, it's a match!" she said, showing me the victorious match screen.

I somewhat rudely snatched my phone back and examined the solicitor's profile. I knew almost instantly I would not have chosen him. He was alright-looking, just not my type. As I held the phone in my hands, it buzzed—he'd already sent me a message.

What if this whole time, I've just been doing it wrong? It's much easier to wander for 40 years in the desert if you know that there's a promised land of milk and honey at the end of the trail.

Teresa was not alone among my becoupled friends whose curiosity about Tinder was earnest and well-meaning, yet exposed large, gaping holes in my own sense of well-being. At that point, I'd already had several friends in LTRs—mostly heterosexual women, though that might just be because most of my friends are hetero ladies—ask questions about Tinder that felt gastrointestinal in their intimacy.

Of course, I can understand their fascination: Tinder and the other swipe-apps have become a cultural touchstone that is ethically inaccessible to the happily committed. Tinder offers its users thousands of faces and potential partners, while my couple friends have settled on one face that, the understanding is, will be it. To put it in cruder terms: They've got an app that shows them the same face over and over, that they constantly need to swipe right on. To someone who has chosen their person, Tinder must represent a kind of strange, forbidden playground that, for the most part, they have no real interest in, but still wouldn't mind checking out.

The disconnect seems to be in this idea that single people like being on the swipey dating apps. While I imagine there are those power users who derive pleasure from the experience, I feel that the lion's share of us Tinderers would just as soon not be on it if we didn't need to be. (If I had a nickel for every profile that starts with "Looking for someone who'll give me a reason to delete this app," well… I'd have a roll or two of nickels, at least). And though I can't deny the neurochemical high I get when I match with someone—especially an attractive someone—that dopamine dump seems rooted in the desperation of the entire exercise. Will this guy be the one that presages the end of singledom?

I know how the logic goes: The single—especially the chronically single, like yours truly—must just be not choosing right. Outsource the task to a friend (or even a computer), and they can choose a quality partner that we would have otherwise overlooked, clouded as we are by such petty considerations as attraction.

Maybe that's where my knee-jerk nausea originated: handing over control of my Tinder was equivalent to admitting that I couldn't trust my own sense of attraction, that quickening of the heart, the fuzzy tendrils that radiate out from the chest, the head-to-toe sweep of goosebumps you get when you really like someone. But without the starry-eyed thrill, what's the goddamned point?

On a purely practical level, there's another problem with letting my friend guest-swipe on my Tinder: The same way that a friend borrowing my Netflix login skewed my recommendation algorithm by binge-watching several seasons of Pretty Little Liars, Teresa's swiping had the potential to confuse the impersonal math equation Tinder uses to select my matches. Unlike the algorithms used by services like OKCupid, which try to use common interests to match people, the swipey apps use our instant hot-or-not reaction to their photos—which is apparently how good matches are made.

Maybe in the end, it all boils down to the same primal, emotional place I go to whenever someone offers dating advice: Don't tell me how I'm failing. Partly because they don't know how hard it is to not only be failing at dating, but to still be failing at dating. When they're done hypothetically and dispassionately swiping for me, they get to crawl into bed with their person.

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And partly because… what if they're right? What if this whole time, I've just been doing it wrong? It's much easier to wander for 40 years in the desert if you know that there's a promised land of milk and honey at the end of the trail.

Still, the swiping continues, not because I think it's a good way to meet people, so much as it feels like one of the only ways to meet people. And though I am living for the day when I can hit the X over the jiggling app icon because I've met (and locked down) the man of my dreams, I wonder if that final click might be 10 percent bitter to the 90 percent sweet. As one friend who has recently left singledom for a guy she met on Tinder said to me the other day, "I finally deleted Tinder last night, and it felt kind of sad."

After a moment, though, she reconsidered.

"No, not sad… what am I saying?" she said. "I guess I mean it felt sort of like a strange end of an era."

For a couple of weeks following Teresa's guest appearance on my Tinder, I kept matching with guys I had no memory of swiping on. I felt bad about ignoring them—though that seemed kinder than explaining the situation. Besides, there's a kind of horrible usefulness to the rhetoric of silence on dating apps. In fact, years of using these apps have taught me something like a new language—and maybe that was the at the core of the problem: Teresa didn't speak it.

I suppose I find myself locked in a strange symbiosis with Tinder, hating it, but also feeling ownership over it. Still, I keep swiping, hoping that with every flick of the finger, I'm bringing myself just a bit closer to the end of this strange, strange era.

The 19-Minute Workout for Increased Stamina and Core Strength

Doing separate workouts for cardio and core strength sounds like a total time-suck to us. Instead, get two workouts for the price of one with this short circuit routine that'll keep your heart rate elevated while you strengthen your midsection.

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This workout includes 11 basic bodyweight exercises, which means you don't need any equipment, and it only requires enough space to fit an exercise mat. This one is not about hammering out moves as fast as possible. [Insert prayer emoji.] Although you'll keep your heart rate up, it's about focusing on your form and getting the most out of every repetition. Hit play to get started.

To recap: An exercise mat is optional. Perform each move for about 30 seconds. Don't rest between each exercise.

Workout: Jumping Jack Kangaroo Traveling Push-Up High Knees With a Twist Superman Plank With Knee Tuck Greek Shuffle Squat With Side Kick Bicycle Crunch Seal Plank Turtle

-Repeat-

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A Meal-Prep Lunch Bowl That Will Last All Week

Yes, even you can be that coworker who brings their lunch to work every day. Whether you call it a salad, a bowl, or a mason jar meal, this healthy combo is super easy to prep on Sunday, so it's ready for you to grab in the mornings, stash in your bag, and eat healthy all week. We're providing suggestions for how to build your bowl, but you can select any ingredients that make you happy (happy=healthy).

Step 1:Hit up the grocery store.

Get on your feet. We know it can be hard on a lazy Sunday, but spending 30 minutes at the store will save you a week of hardships at lunchtime. Too dramatic? We don't think so.

Use this grocery list as a guideline to determine quantities of the recommended ingredients. Keyword: guideline. We've provided suggestions, but if you're yearning for pecans, and we've listed cashews, get the damn pecans. And if you can't fathom eating grains or cheese (we see you, Paleo fiends), just leave them off your list. It's that simple.

Shopping List

  • 5 cups greens: arugula, baby kale, and/or baby spinach
  • 2 cups grains: quinoa, barley, wheat berries, and/or farro
  • 1 cup nuts: walnuts, almonds, and/or cashews
  • 2 raw vegetables: cucumbers, tomatoes, bell peppers, and/or onions
  • 2 root vegetables for roasting: sweet potatoes, butternut squash, and/or acorn squash
  • 5 servings of protein of choice: chicken, salmon, tuna, and/or tofu
  • 1/2 cup cheese: goat, feta, cheddar, and/or Parmesan
  • 1/3 cup dried fruit: cranberries, dates, and/or apricots

Dressing ingredients:

  • 5 tablespoons olive oil
  • 5 teaspoons Dijon mustard
  • 3 lemons
  • Sea salt, to taste
Stock up on these storage containers for your bowls:

6 large mason jars (5 for salads, one for dressing) 1 bowl to leave at work (and a fork, duh)

Step 2:Prep everything in 30 minutes.

Make Sunday an even more fun-day by preparing the ingredients for your bowl. Need some tips to get you going? We got you:

  • Greens: Keep 'em as is.
  • Grains: Normally the instructions are on the box, but if not. use this guide to cooking grains.
  • Nuts: Chop 'em up.
  • Raw vegetables: Chop into small bits.
  • Root vegetables: Roast them using this super-helpful guide.
  • Proteins: We recommend canned chicken, tuna, or salmon, since these stay fresher longer, and you can drop them into your jar in the mornings. But if you're cooking, here are the best ways to cook chicken and salmon.
  • Cheese: Crumble it.
  • Dried fruit: Chop into bite-size pieces.
  • Dressing: Combine 5 tablespoons olive oil, 5 teaspoons Dijon mustard, juice from 1/2 lemon, and sea salt to taste. Mix it up and store in a mason jar for the week.
Step 3:Build a bowl.

In each mason jar (five total), you're going to add your ingredients in the same order they are listed below. When you're done, seal each mason jar with a lid and keep in the fridge for up to 5 days.

1/4 cups grains 1 cup greens 1/5 raw vegetables 1 tablespoon cheese 1 tablespoon dried fruit 1/5 roasted vegetables 2 tablespoon nuts 1 serving protein of choice (or add each morning for freshness) Need some inspiration? This is what we're bowling up.

  • Vegetarian Dream combo: Quinoa and mixed greens topped with cucumbers, goat cheese, dried cranberries, roasted butternut squash, almonds, and tofu.
  • Paleo Bowl combo: Kale topped with bell peppers, cucumbers, roasted acorn squash, walnuts, and canned salmon.
  • I-Eat-Everything Bowl: Farro, quinoa, and spinach topped with cucumbers, feta cheese, dates, sweet potatoes, cashews, and canned chicken.
Step 4:Get ready for lunch-master status at work.

Every morning, drizzle 1 1/2 tablespoons of dressing on top of your mason jar salad, reseal it, pop the mason jar into your bag, and off to work you go. Store it in the fridge and put your name on it, so greedy hands stay away. When you're ready to eat, give it a shake and dump it into a bowl. All hail the BYOL master... that's you.

Step 5:Become an expert.

Follow these tips to create the best bowl ever.

  • We like adding our dressing in the mornings ,so we don't run the risk of a soggy jar. But it's totally cool if you add your dressing to the bottom of your jars when you're prepping on Sunday, so then you have nothing to do in the mornings.
  • When using proteins, plan accordingly. Cooked chicken and fish only stay good for up to three days. If you don't want to worry about cooking chicken again on Tuesday night, consider canned chicken, tuna, or salmon that you can throw into your bowl in the mornings.

Dating Someone With a Disability Isn't "Inspiring"... It's Normal

Illustration: Kath Nash Another day scrolling through social media, and it’s the same stream as always: posts about horrible rush hour traffic, pictures of cute pugs, twelve dozen memes about politics... and the story of a girl in a wheelchair who gets a date for her high school prom. How open-minded, the comments read. How inspirational! Like we should all be filled with the warm fuzzies.

While pictures of pugs definitely fill me with the warm fuzzies, stories about this girl going to prom really don’t.

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For me, the problem with stories like these is that they don't focus on the girl in the wheelchair; they focus on the date. Instead of acknowledging the universal need of humans to love and be loved, in stories like these, people with disabilities aren’t depicted as loveable and deserving humans in our own right. Instead, they reward an able-bodied person for daring to love someone who uses a cane.

But it's not inspirational to date me.

A few years ago, I wouldn’t have ever made a statement like that. I used to take up as little space as I could. I didn’t even really talk. Back in those days, I had diagnoses but no support. I was scared to reach out because of the stigmas I faced. Who would want me if they knew I struggled to get up in the mornings?

Go ahead and check out a few of the things people have said to me and tell me I’m overreacting:

You can't have disabilities—you're too young.

No one will want you if you can’t have children.

Fibromyalgia doesn’t mean anything. You’re not really sick.

Luckily, I've had partners who didn’t think this way, but I know plenty of people who do. I’ve received comments from family members, and comments from strangers when I'm out in public. When my disabilities were invisible conditions, these were rarer, but when I started using a cane, they got worse... and perhaps the hardest part is seeing the looks.

I want to be beautiful and feel fabulous in my body too—whether I'm using my cane or not.

If I show up in a lingerie shop without my cane, the clerks treat me like any other customer. But with my cane, they often assume I'm buying for someone else, or give me a side-eye. I become a creature, someone who would never have sex, who wouldn’t ever want to feel beautiful.

When I’m out on a date and I’m using my cane, it pisses me off that some people make it clear that they think my date is being noble for being with me. While I’m grateful for my friends and partners, as anyone is grateful for having people they love in their life, this isn't amazing—it's basic human psychology. When someone tells me how great my partners are for being with me, what it seems like they’re really saying—whether they mean it consciously or not—is that I’m not fully human in their eyes. It’s like I’m some kind of prop, and people do a "good deed" by hanging out with me.

I want to be beautiful and feel fabulous in my body too—whether I have my cane or not. I want to be able to go to a makeup store and not feel as if I’m running in there to be fixed. When I go back to that lingerie shop, I want the clerks to simply assume that I’m buying for myself. So what if my body isn’t factory-perfect, and it injures more easily than some other people’s—it’s mine, and I want to enjoy having a body in this world. Besides, just because I use a cane doesn’t mean I’m any less worthy of love… or that I’m any less fun in bed, for that matter.

7 Dishes That Get Their Killer Flavor From the Spice Rack

OK, so you’re bored with all your go-to meals. It’s not the protein that you’re sick of; it’s the same ol’ flavors you’ve used for years. Instead of tossing your classics, stock up on new spice jars and get ready to wake up your taste buds. Here to show us how it’s done is this week’s featured foodie, Cynthia Samanian of Confetti Kitchen. Cynthia’s Persian roots introduced a deep love of spice into her kitchen routine—and we’re not talking about red pepper flakes, guys. Just take a look at her seven favorite recipes featuring alternative seasonings; you’re probably already familiar with baked eggs and grilled chicken, but just you wait…

1. Shakshuka If you’ve ordered baked eggs at brunch, news flash: You already like shakshuka. This Tunisian dish of eggs poached in a spicy tomato and red pepper sauce gets its kick from turmeric, paprika, and cumin. It may not be your typical tomato sauce… and that’s really OK with us. 2. Cumin Flank Steak Tacos Breathe new life into flank steak with a hit of cumin and chili powder. Roll the sliced meat into tacos (and maybe make a pitcher of margaritas), because who says you have to go out for taco night? 3. Slow-Baked Salmon With Sumac Shake up your spice drawer by adding sumac to the mix. Turns out, it’s the best way to give a tart kick to that boring salmon. The coarse red powder is a staple in Persian and Mediterranean cooking, and guess what? If you’ve ever sprinkled hummus with za’atar, you’re already into sumac (the main ingredient in the seedy spice mixture). 4. Curry-Lime Chicken Kabobs Chicken kabobs are always a crowd-pleaser for a group of friends or picky family members, but just wait 'til your gang tries them with a curry-paprika spice rub and a squeeze of lime juice. Yeah, you’re gonna need a double batch. 5. Curried Potato Latkes Who says latkes are just for Hanukkah parties—they’re fried potatoes (!), and way too tasty to be served only once per year. This curry- and cumin-kissed version is just waiting to be smeared with sour cream, dolloped with applesauce, and sandwiched around lox. 6. Harissa-Roasted Carrots With Lentils and Yogurt Sauce Harissa is the cool older cousin of your standard spice rub. A thick, super-spicy paste of chilies, garlic, cumin, and coriander, this sauce is basically the Sriracha of North African cuisine. Smear the stuff on sweet carrots and serve with meaty lentils and a cooling yogurt sauce. 7. Panko-Crusted Baked Tilapia Baked fish might sound like phoning-it-in: dinner edition, but thanks to smoky paprika, panko breadcrumbs, garlic powder, and lemon zest, it’s just the opposite. The flaky fish is crisp on the outside and tender on the inside—plus, it’s ready in half an hour.

Cynthia Samanian is the founder of Confetti Kitchen, a new culinary site that’s not just for foodies. Out of her San Francisco apartment, Cynthia and her team create simple, quick, and globally inspired recipes for every kind of shindig, big or small. From boozy brunch to date night in, Confetti Kitchen helps basic cooks have a little more fun with their food. For more from Cynthia, follow her on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter.

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