Have you noticed that everything that you love sooner or later gets into that ‘Don’t eat’ list? What is it about the world that wants to make you give up everything you enjoy? Time was, when I was young – and that was many moons ago – I remember aunts telling their kids to drink up their milk. My siblings and I were held up as shining examples. “Look at them – they’re going to grow up big and strong and you – you’re going to stay looking like a runt if you don’t drink your milk!” Of course, way back then, there was no choice. Drink it they did, never mind how much they detested it – and maybe I grew up strong but big translated to tall I am not!
I’ve never asked them – but I wonder now whether they tell their kids not to drink their milk in these days of milk-bashing. I just wish everyone would follow the happy maxim of one man’s meat being another man’s poison and leave those who love their milk to drink it and those who don’t to stay away from it and not touch it with a bargepole. Why, oh why do they have to take away one of the pleasures of my life? With studies and dire warnings and facts and figures!
The point is, there have always been people for whom milk has caused problems – now me, I just go “tsk, tsk, the pore things – how terrible for them!” However, what I do not like is someone telling me not to drink something that I have enjoyed all my life. Not only have I enjoyed it, I firmly believe that it is necessary to my well being. You know – out for a brisk walk, come back starving – open that refrigerator door, pull out the milk, pour, drink – ahhhhh – heaven. And I hate anyone coming in the way of these wonderful moments of bliss.
Like I said, it’s never harmed me and while so many of my friends who follow crazy diets every three months have problems with their blood pressure, their sugar levels, their aching joints, their mood swings, I’m happy as can be – and don’t try and tell me it’s not because of my daily addiction to the white stuff – I will not be convinced. As convinced as I am that five years from now, maybe less, there will be another bout of research to prove that milk really is good for you, surprise, surprise!
So I’ll leave those milk bashers alone, try to expunge what they preach from my consciousness and carry on coloring my world white with milky goodness. If anyone out there doesn’t like it – too bad. If they tell me I’m an addict – I don’t care, I’m not changing. If they come after me, I’ve got the white magic power on my side – so beware!
