I just want to spit nails. Really.
For awhile now, I've monitored a certain popular nutrition specialist with an online business to see what he/she says about things. This specialist (we'll call him/her Dr. Goodnplenty and use the masculine pronoun for the sake of readability) has good training and science backing him up for many things. He educates about nutrition. He subscribes to some of the same tenets I do about natural health and homeopathy, and questioning some mainstream nutrition beliefs. Also, his products seem good. I've monitored Dr. Goodnplenty because I want to see if over time he would become a Nutrition Extremist.
I am hoping this is an anomaly, but recently Dr. Goodnplenty began selling some pots and pans. I'm good so far, because his website isn't known for junk and who couldn't use a good pan? But the sales pitch? Fear.
It made me so mad. Mad at him for scaring people to death about what's in their cupboards. Mad at him for disappointing me when I've been cautiously optimistic about him. Mad at him for using the one tactic people don't need more of in this world. Mostly, mad that he has spent so much time educating about nutrition and selling quality things to complement those teachings, only to resort to fear. And for what? Don't answer that.
My title quotes the Simon and Garfunkel song Mrs. Robinson. The question conveys that we've lost something iconic in our culture. DiMaggio was simply an outstanding baseball player and outstanding person. A 56-game hitting streak was impossible. But he did it in 1941, and when he did everyone felt a part of this impossible-made-possible event. It was even better because he was a good, earnest, humble man. He made "possibility" accessible. Best of all, years later he left the earth with that same reputation intact.
Dr. Goodnplenty, it's not too late...come back.