I’d advise most of you to skip this entry, because it’s not going to make you feel any better, and it’s the same old shit. Seriously, you’ve been warned. In fact, I don’t even know why I’m writing it.
But let me just say this: many of the comments from the last few days, especially LFMD’s about vaccines, rang oddly true to me. Personally, I have no problem with vaccines – along with tetanus and whopping cough, I wouldn’t mind getting vaccinating against “bad decisions”, “utterly false notions” and “late-night free-floating anxiety”. But it’s becoming clear to me that the American experience is made unbelievably painful by two things: experts being 100% wrong [about some things -ed.], and corporations not caring for the welfare of any human being.
Let’s look at a few, shall we?
1950: Butter is good for you!
1960: Butter will kill you.
1970: You must only use margarine.
1980: Margarine will kill you.
1990: Organic butter is good for you.
2000: Any butter will kill you.
1960: barely any vitamin supplements are taken
1970: vitamin supplements are for the elderly
1980: your vitamin supplement has A, B6, B12, C, D, and E!
1990: your vitamin supplement has A, C, D, E, Thiamin (B1), Riboflavin (B2), B6, B12, Niacin, Pantothenic Acid, Calcium, Iodine, Magnesium, Zinc, Selenium, Copper, Manganese, Chromium, Molybdenum, Lecithin, Choline, Inositol, PABA, Boron, Silica, and Vanadium!
2000: Antioxidants will save your life! Vitamin A, C and E!
2005: Studies show vitamin supplements give absolutely no benefits to anyone but the elderly and those with specific diseases
You get the idea. Now, when it comes to autism, the rumors are beginning to move away from vaccines and towards a vaguely-understood smorgasbord of chemicals called EDCs, or Endocrine Disrupting Chemicals. These include our old favorite PCBs, our new baby-bottle villain BPA, the tongue-tying Phthalates and of course, dioxins and pesticides. In other words, every floor you’ve stepped on, every rug your child plays on, every electronic appliance you’ve ever owned, blah blah blah.
It’s impossible to talk about this shit without turning into Lefty McLuddite, the crankypants birdwatcher who wants everyone to go back to cloth diapers and till the soil with oxen poop. Besides, we all grew up in this brave new world and we’re fine, right? Well, maybe, but when 1 in 166 kids is now born with fucking autism, it makes you think: perhaps this toxic sludge of ENDLESS PLASTIC AND CHEMICAL PRODUCTS finally reached a tipping point, say, five years ago.
And here’s the deal: nobody is going to protect you, and you can’t hide from it. Some studies say that 82% of our body’s toxic EDCs comes from contaminated house dust, so perhaps you can install a nice home-cleansing HEPA air filter. But who says that study is right? And in the meantime, your nice home-cleansing HEPA air filter is made of phthalates, motherphtlthucker.
For the record, I take the following supplements: Omega 3 Fish Oil, Co-Q10, Green Tea Extract and Vitamin D. From my research, those are the only things left that make any sense, and I will be demoralized (but not surprised) to see them debunked. As for everything else, what can any of us do?
It’s beyond disheartening, lower than demoralizing, and painfully futile to say this, but I’ll charge ahead: I’m really angry that corporations didn’t test their products better for the last 70 years, and they still don’t. Someone has to die for them to recall something, and it’s usually the most helpless and innocent. Absolutely NO THOUGHT was ever given to the disposal of all this crap. Companies can’t help it: they were given the rights of a “person” by the United States, but the endless pursuit of profit necessarily makes them a fucking sociopath.
That’s the tradeoff all of us agreed to: because of it, we get iPods, air travel, Shamrock Shakes and pajamas that don’t catch fire. Doing without all of our creature comforts is pretty much a dealbreaker, yes, even for me. The question is this: is it too much to ask for all these objects we love without doing nerve damage to baby boys two thousand miles away? If the answer is yes, then I might be finally gravitating away from all the pretty blinking lights.