Robert Scheer knows a lot of people. Some of the people he mentions in this clip recorded at the Media Makers 99% Summit I haven't a strong connection as to who they are or were. Lots of history gets lost that way.
I have heard of Paul Krassner but not to clear on the details. The good news is that I should probably find out why this man is important or at least why does Scheer think so.
For more information about Robert Scheer you can check out www.truthdig.com.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Robert Scheer on Working for the Los Angeles Times
The realities of current living make me want to hide in a deep cave but that isn't what I was sent here on the planet to do.
In March 2012 I attended the Media Makers for the 99% Summit. Robert Scheer was one of the speakers. He has a lot of things to say and I got about 40 some minutes of him saying it. In this video clip, he is talking about how he got started, his liberalism and working for the Los Angeles Times.
Objectivity is subjective. Pick the subject and we may or may not have a bias but we are self centered about how we see the world. We all are. You don't have to pick a side, this is human nature.
But it does help to explain how we got into this mess we find ourselves. It is one thing to be sitting in a bar talking trash. Is is another to legislate with trash biased thinking.
In March 2012 I attended the Media Makers for the 99% Summit. Robert Scheer was one of the speakers. He has a lot of things to say and I got about 40 some minutes of him saying it. In this video clip, he is talking about how he got started, his liberalism and working for the Los Angeles Times.
Objectivity is subjective. Pick the subject and we may or may not have a bias but we are self centered about how we see the world. We all are. You don't have to pick a side, this is human nature.
But it does help to explain how we got into this mess we find ourselves. It is one thing to be sitting in a bar talking trash. Is is another to legislate with trash biased thinking.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Light Up the Lady Bits Before It is Outlawed
When I did watch terrestrial television there the advertisement of that goofball with the giant grin would be ever present on the dial. So proud he was of stretching his tighty whiteys.
The commercials were not exactly crude. Just a nudge and a wink to sell natural herbal kickstarters to juice up the male vascular system. No, I am not going to type the names. You know the names by heart.
Y'all know that for the past couple of years I've been advocating, quietly, to stock up on the toys and enjoyments of a female sensual nature. It is not all I do or write about. It is a part of my life.
And your life too.
It isn't just me, there are a lot of bloggers ages advocating for healthy sexual expression (however you define it) or non-expression. It is a matter of choice. Of options to explore.
I use to think so. Until this week.
Cuz I didn't figure on the high number of biologically ignorant and stupid grown men who do not have a clue about basic biology. Men in political power who are busy trying to legislate our control over our bodies.
Or the other ones, that think our bodies are a switch. I read something about a woman whose husband watches sports as soon as he comes home. The man does little to communicate with her during the week.
Come Saturday night he wants the bango-bango like it is his blood right. Not the first time I heard about this and it won't be the last. Selfish brains wrapped up in a living body bag.
Enough about them. This is about us. This is a short video from Zestra using a bus analogy to why some women need a little help when they want to get busy.
I haven't used Zestra. I think I'm gonna check it out. But when I went to look at the web site video page I saw that the video viewing numbers were kinda low. Part of the reason is that they cannot get their commercials aired on broadcast and cable television.
Because broadcasters do not want to advertise a product that advocates women's active sexuality. There is something wrong about that. But since the dinosaur of old school TV is on its way out I ain't gonna grieve all that much.
Here is the thing. I do want women to warm up their lady bits with healthy options. Like I said, I gotta test this out but more than that I want more women talking about the sexuality in our own terms.
Yes, we truly need to beat back that ignorant ish that is being pumped as taking our country back to a period of repression.
Sexuality should not be a pain inflicting weapon (except for y'all into BDSM culture.) but the dominion of broadcasters or, more to the point, those that are casting the wishes of broads aside, needs to be broken.
Chip, chip chip away. Take them down. One way is to look at the videos.
Tell a friend. Discuss. If you buy the Zestra oil apply liberally or conservatively as your nature dictates.
My 2nd Disclaimer of the Week
Not a paid shill. I received an offer to try out a sample. I haven't decided if I will do that or just go out and buy the oil. I do want to advocate for sexual expression particularly for midlife women. That is why I put up the post and the videos.
The commercials were not exactly crude. Just a nudge and a wink to sell natural herbal kickstarters to juice up the male vascular system. No, I am not going to type the names. You know the names by heart.
Y'all know that for the past couple of years I've been advocating, quietly, to stock up on the toys and enjoyments of a female sensual nature. It is not all I do or write about. It is a part of my life.
And your life too.
It isn't just me, there are a lot of bloggers ages advocating for healthy sexual expression (however you define it) or non-expression. It is a matter of choice. Of options to explore.
I use to think so. Until this week.
Cuz I didn't figure on the high number of biologically ignorant and stupid grown men who do not have a clue about basic biology. Men in political power who are busy trying to legislate our control over our bodies.
Or the other ones, that think our bodies are a switch. I read something about a woman whose husband watches sports as soon as he comes home. The man does little to communicate with her during the week.
Come Saturday night he wants the bango-bango like it is his blood right. Not the first time I heard about this and it won't be the last. Selfish brains wrapped up in a living body bag.
Enough about them. This is about us. This is a short video from Zestra using a bus analogy to why some women need a little help when they want to get busy.
I haven't used Zestra. I think I'm gonna check it out. But when I went to look at the web site video page I saw that the video viewing numbers were kinda low. Part of the reason is that they cannot get their commercials aired on broadcast and cable television.
Because broadcasters do not want to advertise a product that advocates women's active sexuality. There is something wrong about that. But since the dinosaur of old school TV is on its way out I ain't gonna grieve all that much.
Here is the thing. I do want women to warm up their lady bits with healthy options. Like I said, I gotta test this out but more than that I want more women talking about the sexuality in our own terms.
Yes, we truly need to beat back that ignorant ish that is being pumped as taking our country back to a period of repression.
Sexuality should not be a pain inflicting weapon (except for y'all into BDSM culture.) but the dominion of broadcasters or, more to the point, those that are casting the wishes of broads aside, needs to be broken.
Chip, chip chip away. Take them down. One way is to look at the videos.
Tell a friend. Discuss. If you buy the Zestra oil apply liberally or conservatively as your nature dictates.
My 2nd Disclaimer of the Week
Not a paid shill. I received an offer to try out a sample. I haven't decided if I will do that or just go out and buy the oil. I do want to advocate for sexual expression particularly for midlife women. That is why I put up the post and the videos.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
You Can Learn A Lot from A Mug
I went to the Urban Dictionary because I needed a few more words for penis. Because I want to write something and there might be a penile limit to how much I can type penis.
I hit the home page and the first thing I see is this citation and the option to buy mugs. I get the person wanted to make a point. I do.
I get that Urban Dictionary uses contributors to the site to help generate income and it is on auto-pilot. I'm not asking for outrage or action against anybody.
But I say unto you, the fuckers still do not get it or understand. And as much as the concept of having those two words fused on to mugs and t-shirts irk me I have to say that the next citation just adds fuel to an already burning fire.
Now help me out here. Women are being told you can't have access to birth control. Can't have access to the morning after pill. Can't even be sure that if you miscarry in certain states you won't be arrested. But plow boys can whip it out day and night. Expectation of plenty and you, female person are considered a ho if you give it up. Hypocrisy 101.
I don't know. Maybe we should go all the way back and have young men raise sheep.
We need to make it understood that rape is not a commodity to be sold. Like it is now being done politically. Like it has been done in the marketplace.
Do what you need to do, I'm just showing you a bit more of what we are up against.
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| Mugs and Shirts for Sale at Urban Dictionary |
I get that Urban Dictionary uses contributors to the site to help generate income and it is on auto-pilot. I'm not asking for outrage or action against anybody.
But I say unto you, the fuckers still do not get it or understand. And as much as the concept of having those two words fused on to mugs and t-shirts irk me I have to say that the next citation just adds fuel to an already burning fire.
I didnt want to date the ho, I was just DTF
Now help me out here. Women are being told you can't have access to birth control. Can't have access to the morning after pill. Can't even be sure that if you miscarry in certain states you won't be arrested. But plow boys can whip it out day and night. Expectation of plenty and you, female person are considered a ho if you give it up. Hypocrisy 101.
I don't know. Maybe we should go all the way back and have young men raise sheep.
We need to make it understood that rape is not a commodity to be sold. Like it is now being done politically. Like it has been done in the marketplace.
Do what you need to do, I'm just showing you a bit more of what we are up against.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Do We Even Know What Freedom Means?
Because when you constrict the rights of freedom of thought, expression and the right to vote in order to "be safe" you have lost everything.
What do we know or care about freedom if you won't move from polemics to action.
What do we know or care about freedom if you won't move from polemics to action.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Be Alert for Microsoft Tech Support Call Scam
It isn't like we don't have enough to worry about. Scammers to the left and bad hackers to the right. This is just a heads up to those people that don't know about scammers now are calling folks claiming to be from Microsoft (they are not) and offering to fix your problems for money.
Or a message pops up on your screen stating that you have hard drive troubles and to call this number or visit a web site. Oh please do not do that. Nope. Bad thing. What may have happened is that maleware has been placed on your system to mimic trouble to get you to pay for a fix that could be worse than the cure.
Microsoft does not cold call for consumer support services. It is a billion to almost trillion dollar company. They might have trouble moving Windows phones but they ain't that hard up.
The call or alternate web site is a scam. Read up on how the scammers work the unaware folks and other things that you can do to protect yourself.
I have some ideas on the topic:
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| Actual Microsoft Safety and Security Center |
Or a message pops up on your screen stating that you have hard drive troubles and to call this number or visit a web site. Oh please do not do that. Nope. Bad thing. What may have happened is that maleware has been placed on your system to mimic trouble to get you to pay for a fix that could be worse than the cure.
Microsoft does not cold call for consumer support services. It is a billion to almost trillion dollar company. They might have trouble moving Windows phones but they ain't that hard up.
The call or alternate web site is a scam. Read up on how the scammers work the unaware folks and other things that you can do to protect yourself.
I have some ideas on the topic:
- Install MalewareBytes and run that bad boy once a week if you are on the free version or better yet pay for it and get 24/7 protection so that nothing gets installed on your system without you knowing about it..
- Install CCleaner and run that as well to get rid of old Internet cache files and cookies you did not want or asked for.
- Make sure that you have a total protection anti-virus, spyware, maleware protection package updated on your computer. Make sure there is a good firewall included as well.
- Create and use one-purpose passwords for life critical web sites. This means a separate password for banking, credit cards or anything it would disrupt your life if thieves got a hold of it.
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
The Older Women In the Room
Well that title will scare off a bunch of people. I know my gray hair did at the conference. But that isn't the whole story. I want to tell the whole truth. I was in transit when I heard that President Obama would speak at BlogHer.
Once I got settled into the hotel, I went to a Duane Reed drugstore and bought hair dye. I was not going to be in that ballroom with the President without flashing some reddish hair. I was going to do it. Until I realized that there was no way for me to clean up hair dye in a hotel room.
I wished I had worked this out before spending $9 on Natural Instincts. Or getting the fact straight that he was doing a live video presentation from the White House.
Still, Little Miss Aging Affirmative got stuck in the hoopla of appearance phobia.
Then I went the other way. Washed and picked out my natural hair. It is gray and brown and dark brown and whatever else ancestor want to put a word in. to the mix.
It was like I opened a can of Raid or something. My friends and on-line acquaintances that knew me embraced me like a long lost friend. Newbies and those women under a certain age kept their distance.
There is a reason for that, check out the video.
I walked a lot in New York City. I saw many a woman stroll down the street styled perfectly. Young, old, trendy. They were wearing the perfection suit of invisibility. Attractive enough to approach but only if you could reach the bar of acceptance.
Time and living have raised the bar on me and I didn't know. Or want to know. I kept on walking and looking at the images of Park Avenue mannequins, the ones in the window. Alabaster white, sleek and implacable in the seller's point of view.
To be fair, there were some onyx mannequins that did little more than hold up the status of tight clothes on young ridged bodies.
Brand identity and storytelling they call it. But it leaves a lot of people out of the narrative.
My bodies story isn't being told. This is not acceptable. Really, it is not.
The video clips are excerpts from my recording of the Blogging Into MidLife session at BlogHer 2012 NYC.
Ann Dunnewold writes about aging issues on her blog at VibrantNation.com
Darryle Pollack blogs at http://blog.darrylepollack.com
Patricia Patton hangs her shingle at http://www.boomerwizdom.com
I'm working on uploading the full session, hope to have it up soon.
Once I got settled into the hotel, I went to a Duane Reed drugstore and bought hair dye. I was not going to be in that ballroom with the President without flashing some reddish hair. I was going to do it. Until I realized that there was no way for me to clean up hair dye in a hotel room.
I wished I had worked this out before spending $9 on Natural Instincts. Or getting the fact straight that he was doing a live video presentation from the White House.
Still, Little Miss Aging Affirmative got stuck in the hoopla of appearance phobia.
Then I went the other way. Washed and picked out my natural hair. It is gray and brown and dark brown and whatever else ancestor want to put a word in. to the mix.
It was like I opened a can of Raid or something. My friends and on-line acquaintances that knew me embraced me like a long lost friend. Newbies and those women under a certain age kept their distance.
There is a reason for that, check out the video.
I walked a lot in New York City. I saw many a woman stroll down the street styled perfectly. Young, old, trendy. They were wearing the perfection suit of invisibility. Attractive enough to approach but only if you could reach the bar of acceptance.
Time and living have raised the bar on me and I didn't know. Or want to know. I kept on walking and looking at the images of Park Avenue mannequins, the ones in the window. Alabaster white, sleek and implacable in the seller's point of view.
To be fair, there were some onyx mannequins that did little more than hold up the status of tight clothes on young ridged bodies.
Brand identity and storytelling they call it. But it leaves a lot of people out of the narrative.
My bodies story isn't being told. This is not acceptable. Really, it is not.
The video clips are excerpts from my recording of the Blogging Into MidLife session at BlogHer 2012 NYC.
Ann Dunnewold writes about aging issues on her blog at VibrantNation.com
Darryle Pollack blogs at http://blog.darrylepollack.com
Patricia Patton hangs her shingle at http://www.boomerwizdom.com
I'm working on uploading the full session, hope to have it up soon.
Monday, August 06, 2012
How I Scared Myself Silly and Learned A Lesson
It was Saturday night and I went for one more walk in New York. I went to the bank ATM and then bought a salad. I was trying to figure out how to pack my stuff preparing to head back home.
I went back to my room. I put everything on the bed and started packing. It didn't fit. I thought maybe if I went to the 24 Duane Reed store I could by a box or something. I walked out of the door and as soon as it closed I knew my wallet was on the other side.
Stupid, stupid I said to myself as I stood in the lobby waiting for the hotel clerk. All I had was my BlogHer badge. The clerk explained that she needed a photo id card.
The clerk called security and a gentleman walked me back to my room; opened the door and I head for the center of the bed where I thought I left my wallet.
It wasn't there. I'm feeling all over the bed and in my suitcase. Not there.
We go back downstairs to the security office. My mind is trying to think but the fear is blocking the connections. How am I going to get home? Where is my wallet? My god, the ATM card is in my wallet too.
The main security dude ask me questions. Exactly where did I go when I left the hotel? What did I do next? How did I get back into the room? In the meantime it was suggested that I cancel my credit card.
Did you put it in the room safe? No. (I didn't because I have a fear of forgetting the combination. Stupid, stupid and in hindsight, dumb.)
In my head I was bouncing in terror. How was I going to pay the hotel bill? Get to JFK? Get out of LAX? How do I prove I am who I say I am?
Dragnet time. I understood, he didn't know me from nothing. The security dude kept asking the same questions and slowly the logic portion of my brain came back over the fear. I had to prove what I was saying was the truth.
I had to have the card to get back into the room. I knew my wallet was in the room but I couldn't put together what happened. No one was around me to be able to take my wallet. How did I get into the room if I didn't have it?
I asked that I return to the room one more time with the security guard. If it wasn't there then I would cancel the card.
In the elevator, I heard TexasBeth say that it was a great fashion show. I told her what happened. I remember her telling me her room number if I needed help. I really appreciated that but I was in find it mode. I was in a bad fix and my mind was trying to remember.
The door opened and I hit that bed like my life depended on it. I touched everything. I found my wallet in one of the handbags. I had forgotten that I switched the handbag when I went out.
I truly didn't remember. (Insert maximum amount of cussing myself, I ripped myself a new seam of pain.) Really a bad time to have a midlife moment of mental blankness.
I started crying like a fountain in relief. I apologized to the guard multiple times. He backed out of the room. The main security guy radioed back for him to to check my photo ID.
No problem, I wanted to show him and anybody at that hotel I was who I said I was. It was like being on the other side of CSI. I could prove I wasn't the bad person.
After he left I started crying again. I was so angry with myself. I wasn't leaving that room again until I checked out of the hotel.
Let me stress that the Hilton hotel security was professional, kind and they had to balance trying to help versus allowing some woman enter a hotel room she can't prove she belonged in or trying to skip out on the bill.
Lessons Learned
That radical acceptance thing has to kick in. This is the situation you are in, deal with it and figure it out later. I had to lean on what I knew was right for me versus what the security guy was telling me to do which was to cancel my card.
In this case I lucked out. But what if it had been stolen? I needed to be ready to find a way to make it right. To tell the truth, I didn't have a clue where to begin.
If you can't afford to lose it keep it home. I didn't need to have both my credit card and ATM card. I could have pulled cash before the trip and use the card for day to day expenses.
Use the hotel safe. They probably have a master key to open it if you forget the combination.
Have a back-up person at home that you can contact if you need some help.
I'm grateful how it work out. I'll travel with more awareness and self-protection next time. Also will invest in brain boosters.
PS - I did manage to pack everything in the suitcase and two handbags. I got double screened at TSA but I made it home to tell the tale.
I went back to my room. I put everything on the bed and started packing. It didn't fit. I thought maybe if I went to the 24 Duane Reed store I could by a box or something. I walked out of the door and as soon as it closed I knew my wallet was on the other side.
Stupid, stupid I said to myself as I stood in the lobby waiting for the hotel clerk. All I had was my BlogHer badge. The clerk explained that she needed a photo id card.
The clerk called security and a gentleman walked me back to my room; opened the door and I head for the center of the bed where I thought I left my wallet.
It wasn't there. I'm feeling all over the bed and in my suitcase. Not there.
We go back downstairs to the security office. My mind is trying to think but the fear is blocking the connections. How am I going to get home? Where is my wallet? My god, the ATM card is in my wallet too.
The main security dude ask me questions. Exactly where did I go when I left the hotel? What did I do next? How did I get back into the room? In the meantime it was suggested that I cancel my credit card.
Did you put it in the room safe? No. (I didn't because I have a fear of forgetting the combination. Stupid, stupid and in hindsight, dumb.)
In my head I was bouncing in terror. How was I going to pay the hotel bill? Get to JFK? Get out of LAX? How do I prove I am who I say I am?
Dragnet time. I understood, he didn't know me from nothing. The security dude kept asking the same questions and slowly the logic portion of my brain came back over the fear. I had to prove what I was saying was the truth.
I had to have the card to get back into the room. I knew my wallet was in the room but I couldn't put together what happened. No one was around me to be able to take my wallet. How did I get into the room if I didn't have it?
I asked that I return to the room one more time with the security guard. If it wasn't there then I would cancel the card.
In the elevator, I heard TexasBeth say that it was a great fashion show. I told her what happened. I remember her telling me her room number if I needed help. I really appreciated that but I was in find it mode. I was in a bad fix and my mind was trying to remember.
The door opened and I hit that bed like my life depended on it. I touched everything. I found my wallet in one of the handbags. I had forgotten that I switched the handbag when I went out.
I truly didn't remember. (Insert maximum amount of cussing myself, I ripped myself a new seam of pain.) Really a bad time to have a midlife moment of mental blankness.
I started crying like a fountain in relief. I apologized to the guard multiple times. He backed out of the room. The main security guy radioed back for him to to check my photo ID.
No problem, I wanted to show him and anybody at that hotel I was who I said I was. It was like being on the other side of CSI. I could prove I wasn't the bad person.
After he left I started crying again. I was so angry with myself. I wasn't leaving that room again until I checked out of the hotel.
Let me stress that the Hilton hotel security was professional, kind and they had to balance trying to help versus allowing some woman enter a hotel room she can't prove she belonged in or trying to skip out on the bill.
Lessons Learned
That radical acceptance thing has to kick in. This is the situation you are in, deal with it and figure it out later. I had to lean on what I knew was right for me versus what the security guy was telling me to do which was to cancel my card.
In this case I lucked out. But what if it had been stolen? I needed to be ready to find a way to make it right. To tell the truth, I didn't have a clue where to begin.
If you can't afford to lose it keep it home. I didn't need to have both my credit card and ATM card. I could have pulled cash before the trip and use the card for day to day expenses.
Use the hotel safe. They probably have a master key to open it if you forget the combination.
Have a back-up person at home that you can contact if you need some help.
I'm grateful how it work out. I'll travel with more awareness and self-protection next time. Also will invest in brain boosters.
PS - I did manage to pack everything in the suitcase and two handbags. I got double screened at TSA but I made it home to tell the tale.
Choosing to Kick the Can
I did a lot of walking in New York City. The more I walked the more I missed home. This is a good thing because sometimes Los Angeles can get on your last nerve. You have to leave it to appreciate it. I missed the palm trees and the mountains.
Then again, you get to see things in a new light.
Once upon a time I used to drink soda like water. I know that I must have drank 10 to 15 cans a day. My mouth ran at light speed from all of the caffeine and sugar I was ingesting.
I was cranked up to maximum speed. Years later I went on a diet that totally cut out sugar. I had to go through a period of detox. Oh, my god was that tough. Headaches. Foggy thinking. Hostility.
When I got to the other side of the detox there was mental clarity. I dropped a lot of weight. My skin was perfect. I eventually slipped out of that diet but I never went back to that much soda ingestion.
Independent of the bottling company's intentions, I have a problem with any governmental body telling folks what they can and can't do with their bodies.There has to be a compelling, life threatening. and cost to society reason for the restriction of food products.
I get it. The cost of treating illness compounded with obesity issues does impact health care costs. We do eat way too much sugar, both visible and hidden. The costs are staggering.
I'm just not sure that banning the amount of consumption is the way to go about it. I have a feeling there will be 3 liter soda bottle smuggling from New Jersey.
I bring this up because here in California we have been seeing bus ads about the 22 teaspoons of sugar in a 20 ounce soda. One of the awareness web sites is the Kick The Can campaign.
There are other voices putting their two cents such as The Santa Clara County Public Health Department and Kaiser Permanente who are responsible for the video.
So what is my point? I think this has to be a personal decision and responsibility. Don't get me wrong. I do support what Mayor Bloomberg is trying to do; the health repercussion of internal obesity are serious.
Until each individual makes an informed decision about ingesting huge amounts of sugar and psuedo-sugars I don't think that you can have a long term lasting dietary change.
The money invested in ad campaigns making sure we remain un-healthy is staggering. Soda consumption advertising taps into our primal connections with community, social life and who we think we are. Except that we are not runners, high jumpers or always walking on the beach with our loved ones.
Our desire to change must be real and committed. That has to go beyond legislation.
When folks said they didn't want high fructose corn syrup in their food products the industry changed and provided alternative non-HFCs products. I think the same can happen when there are alternatives to super sugar drinks. I don't mean the diet stuff either.
So if you want to be healthier cut back on the sugar drinks. Or not. But don't leave it to the beverage companies or anyone else to make that decision for you. You are the one that has to live with it.
Looking down at my thighs I got some inner reflection to do as well.
Then again, you get to see things in a new light.
Once upon a time I used to drink soda like water. I know that I must have drank 10 to 15 cans a day. My mouth ran at light speed from all of the caffeine and sugar I was ingesting.
I was cranked up to maximum speed. Years later I went on a diet that totally cut out sugar. I had to go through a period of detox. Oh, my god was that tough. Headaches. Foggy thinking. Hostility.
When I got to the other side of the detox there was mental clarity. I dropped a lot of weight. My skin was perfect. I eventually slipped out of that diet but I never went back to that much soda ingestion.
Independent of the bottling company's intentions, I have a problem with any governmental body telling folks what they can and can't do with their bodies.There has to be a compelling, life threatening. and cost to society reason for the restriction of food products.
I get it. The cost of treating illness compounded with obesity issues does impact health care costs. We do eat way too much sugar, both visible and hidden. The costs are staggering.
I'm just not sure that banning the amount of consumption is the way to go about it. I have a feeling there will be 3 liter soda bottle smuggling from New Jersey.
I bring this up because here in California we have been seeing bus ads about the 22 teaspoons of sugar in a 20 ounce soda. One of the awareness web sites is the Kick The Can campaign.
There are other voices putting their two cents such as The Santa Clara County Public Health Department and Kaiser Permanente who are responsible for the video.
So what is my point? I think this has to be a personal decision and responsibility. Don't get me wrong. I do support what Mayor Bloomberg is trying to do; the health repercussion of internal obesity are serious.
Until each individual makes an informed decision about ingesting huge amounts of sugar and psuedo-sugars I don't think that you can have a long term lasting dietary change.
The money invested in ad campaigns making sure we remain un-healthy is staggering. Soda consumption advertising taps into our primal connections with community, social life and who we think we are. Except that we are not runners, high jumpers or always walking on the beach with our loved ones.
Our desire to change must be real and committed. That has to go beyond legislation.
When folks said they didn't want high fructose corn syrup in their food products the industry changed and provided alternative non-HFCs products. I think the same can happen when there are alternatives to super sugar drinks. I don't mean the diet stuff either.
So if you want to be healthier cut back on the sugar drinks. Or not. But don't leave it to the beverage companies or anyone else to make that decision for you. You are the one that has to live with it.
Looking down at my thighs I got some inner reflection to do as well.
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