A friend of mine (who taught at the Creative Wealth seminar The Boy and I went to) sends along this video trailer. (I’ve been meaning to review the seminar but have been letting it digest for a while.)
This is aimed squarely between the eyes for me as I am a Western-medicine-deriding pill-hatin’ pharmaceutical-mistrustin’ organic-lovin’ GMO-sketpicizin’ snake-oil takin’ left coast fruitbat. My peeps deride “Whole Foods” as “too mainstream”.
And yet. I’m not really impressed by this trailer. I guess because I’ve seen it before so many times. The only thing lacking–and it may well be in the movie–is that Diet For A Small Planet-we’re-doomed-because-three-companies-own-all-the-food motif.
I’m afraid I tend to class that stuff alongside of The Population Bomb and Future Shock.
And when people start dissin’ pesticides–which I think are overused–I can’t help but also think of the million children who die of malaria every year because of Rachel Carson persuaded enough people that DDT was worse than death.
And I get a little deja vu feeling when people start talking about genetically modified stuff. Once again, people are starving in Africa because persuasive people have convinced leaders there that dying is better than eating GMOs.
A cynic might say that environmentalist victories seem to equate to black people dying.
So I have this interesting dichotomy: Western medicine has personally saved people I care about, but it has also consigned people I care about to death. The elimination of whole foods (the concept, not the store) has definitely reduced the health of many people and caused many troubles, but ultimately modern food technologies have essentially saved the world.
It actually doesn’t bug me much: I try to use what’s appropriate for the situation. My kids don’t get a lot of refined sugar, but I don’t sweat the occasional cookie or birthday cake. I take them to the doctor when I think that will help, and take them to the witch doctor when I think that will help.
So perhaps this really is a modest post, after all.