Whatever would make a person think that starting your day with a pop and then drinking (on average for Albertans) a litre of it. It's sugar water flavoured with ingredients from a secret recipe and things like phophoric acid to give it a bit of tang. And carbonic acid - the bubbles, you know.
North Americans are battling an obesity epidemic. Soft drinks supply hundreds of "empty calories" and people drink them without thinking about the sugar content. The pictures here are coke but that's just because they're easy to find. Other pops are no better. It isn't only obesity, either. Drinking large quantities of pop leads to type two diabetes that, in the past was more commonly diagnosed in older people. Type two diabetes can have the same devastating effects on health as type one. Amputations, loss of vision, kidney failure and neuropathy. Consuming large amounts of soft drink can contribute to heart disease.
Warnings from researchers and health professionals do no good. A recent study showed the problems that can result from soft drink consumption and its authors would like the provincial government to tax pop, suggesting 5 cents per 100 mL as an amount that might deter our addiction to the sugary beverages. The thinking is that people would drink less and some of the health problems its consumption causes might decrease. At this time, the province has no plans to levy at tax on soft drinks. One MLA suggested education is the answer. If people don't know by now that drinking a litre of more of sugar loaded soft drink every day isn't good for you, another ad campaign won't help. Which leads us back to the original question...why do we poison ourselves?
Why does everything have to be sexy? And why do young girls have to be sexy? At a time when pornography and pedophilia have never been more rampant, people seem to think it's okay to sexualize young girls. Not even girls in their teens, but children. Little girls with jam on their faces, with hair tangled from running in the wind and grass stains on their knees. Relentless marketing targets them with images of Princesses, Bratz Dolls (kind of like mini hookers or maybe street girls) and PINK. Try buying a girl's toy that isn't some variant of nauseating pink.
Who wants to be a princess? And what's the likelihood? Better chance of being Miss Universe, an astronaught or a rock star. At least those are real things you can aspire to. Perhaps Kate Middleton dreamed of being a princess, though I doubt it. She does look like a princess and she's pretty skinny and pretty perfect all the time. Not easy things to be and a lot more challenging than we lead little girls to believe.
Skinny jeans hug their hipless little bodies. They prance around in heels or wedgies. Shirts display all kinds of disturbing and ridiculous messages. And again pink! So many things are pink and down sized editions of outfits that adults shouldn't be seen in. Cut too low, midriff baring or sparkling with sequins.
Television ads show semi-pornographic images...try Victoria's Secret. One would wonder what secret it could be? Everything is revealed. Magazines bombard us with pictures of younger and younger models in more and more provocative poses. Girls look to popular culture and there are rare role models.
Music is full of suggestive phrases and downright crude lyrics. Some of the tunes marketed to young people are worse than misogynistic. It is all part of one horrifying, insidious trend.
Little girls mature quickly and display an alarming amount of cleavage at the mall, in school (when allowed),and at home. Even when the look, beyond being inappropriate, descends into a parody of the sexuality it strives for, young women don't seem to know. They lack th eself-awareness and the experience to make judgements about what does and doesn't look good. They just follow along with what pop culture preaches.
Clever marketing makes dressing like a porn star seem exciting, yet normal. How are young women to think objectively? Billions of dollars are devoted to brainwashing them and I am dismayed it has happened. Now the challenge is to fight the trend and re-discover the feminism that grew out of the 60's.
I have to admit that if you go by my birth certificate, I'm senior. I dislike that word almost as much as I dislike elderly. Both adjectives conjure images of someone frail and confused. Someone needing help to cross the street. Someone easily disoriented.
If I forget where I put my car keys, if I forget where one of my several (okay, it's more than several) pairs of reading glasses are, waves of hilarity ensue. "You're having a senior's moment". Like people, busy people don't lose keys all the time.
While I am elderly and senior, Hilary Clinton is Secretary of State in the United States. Do you think she loses keys? She's in charge of much more sensitive issues than that, yet senior statesman don't seem to be denigrated. Margaret Atwood is 72 and still pretty witty. Read her poetry or books (and she has recent releases), this isn't someone in their dotage yet.
Maxime Bernier can "forget" documents that might threaten national security at his girlfriends (and for more than a day or two). Was that a senior moment? At the time it seemed more like good old garden variety stupidity.
But I'm the one with the label. I guess occasionally it works in your favour. I have a family doctor in a small town with a crisis level doctor shortage. I am the magic age and he's specializing in gerontology. Bingo (which by the way bores me to death)- I have a doctor.
Still I'd like to just be me, a little battered, a little wrinkled but not judged. I try to be competent and can look after myself. I am retired and that's pretty sweet. Plus I'm on the right side of the grass. Maybe I should be happy that I'm still here to complain.
Yes, I'm of a certain age but I'm pretty spry and like to think still smart enough.