I don't even know what that means?
I also didn't spell it right?
I think the thing is, I always want to like kale. But I don't, you guys. I mean, sometimes I do, juiced and blotted out with a lot of fruit. Or crisped out. But this raw kale business, it's like bitter leafy asshole. And it upsets me.
And then I feel guilty. Because I'm supposed to eat it?
My best lady friends all eat it. They eat it in mass while they talk about going to physique and their husbands because apparently, we're adults now?
But I don't like it? I mean, I want street cred for not eating sugar and certain kinds of flour. It's not like I'm knee deep in fried dough topped with sugar, grease, carcinogens and dead babies?
But I feel guilty for no kale.
But it's cool, you guys, because when I'm over 40, it'll cause me health problems says THE NEW YORK TIMES.
(actually, it doesn't seem like Kale is that bad from this article. Just that one woman is supposed to avoid it with her specific issues)