In the 1980s I wrote a weekly column for the local paper. I know, that whole sentence that reeks of nostalgic and ancient terms: 1980, newspaper, column. Think of it as an early blog. Only with more readers. For Throwback Thursday I thought you’d enjoy a taste of the past. I don’t know how much I enjoy reading over my old material. But it’s interesting to learn how little things really change. Comment if you agree or disagree, then dig out your scrunchie and welcome to the 80s.
I had forgotten about hairdryers in my rush to be one of the first to worry about the cancer implications
associated with cell phones and drinking too much wine. Or not drinking enough wine, or calling friends to discuss how we should worry about drinking which at that point I needed a drink.
Things are neither good or bad but thinking makes them so. I have learned that over thinking causes more cancer than anything else evidenced by the fact that cancer has not been cured and its causes are still debated, both in the medical field and in popular magazines. Hair dryers, red dye number 2, asbestos, apples. A no-win conversation.
As a parent, everything was fraught with either meaning or danger. And I am so sorry that it hasn’t changed. It seems that parents today are as freaked out as we were thirty years ago. I miss the 50’s when parents were not freaked out. They smoked during pregnancy, let their children use plastic bags as space helmets and bought lawn darts for Christmas.
Now THOSE were the days.
Now? Not so much. Maybe we need to just acknowledge that life is dangerous. No one gets out of here alive. And if the conversation will not change, we need to find strategies to work within the danger, make choices about the health or health claims of the food we ingest and eat our dinner. Because no matter what we invent, no matter what we ban, something new, interesting and very tasty will pop up and become the new, new panic.
Let’s all raise a glass of red while we wait for our cheeseburger order and live. I really didn’t feed the boys Cheez Whiz. But I never, ever, gave up the blow dryer. Not many of us did.
Blow dryers are no longer dangerous. Just saying.