Regression

The other night I spent a few hours scouring the internet for affordable BPA & phthlate-free kids products.  

Because I hate the fact that we are surrounded by dubious chemicals, drinking them in our water, having them leach into our food.  I can only imagine what kind of discoveries they’re going to make in 30 years that will make us cringe over the materials we let into our house.  

I cloth diapered both my kids, and hated having to switch to paper after Vincent got cancer.  We eat local food as much as possible, but sometimes it’s just easier to go to the supermarket, or to warm up a frozen dinner.  If I could afford it, I’d shop completely at Whole Foods.  But since I can’t, sometimes I just give up and eat Pop-Tarts.  Hurray for genetically engineered ingredients!  

Really, it’s so easy to give up. I hate knowing I can’t trust our government to keep these money-hungry companies at bay.  (And it’s that way regardless of what political party’s in office, I’m not talking about politics here.  I’m talking about being able to know what kind of chemicals are in your house, your food.)  No wonder our little kiddies are getting cancer at higher rates than ever (at least in our state!).  

I hate knowing that whenever I eat a burger from my favorite fast-food place that I’m also eating ammonia.  (That’s what they wash hamburger meat in to cleanse it from all the E. coli.)  I hate the fact that when I eat soybeans 93% of them have been genetically modified to be resistant to Roundup.  Really.  You can’t make this stuff up.  Just google. it.  Or read Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle.