Case A) Buying into the health food/'natural'/snake oil...er, 'alternative medicine' anti-government paranoid conspiracy bullshit. Oh, and 'financial planning' gurus with internet followings that have inadequate or nonexistent understanding of advanced topics they're trying to tell people to avoid, as critiqued by those who work in the field professionally (not to mention attempting to tie their spiel into the parables of Christ by twisting the Good Samitarian into a story about wealth, or openly ignoring critics that directly quote the 'easier for a camel' verse). This only goes along with it because they end up feeding into this teabagging and Moral Majority-esque 'family values' nonsense too.
which leads into...
Case B) I fully expect to be treated like some sort of godless heathen 'socialist' (that's not socialist at all if they even had a clue what that word really means) if I ever dare to tell the cold hard truth of the matter and call it snake oil or tell them that Frosty the Snowman has a better chance of rising out of Hades than I do of ever listening to/believing this crap. Never mind the part where the ones making the unhealthy connection to faith/religion and screwing up their priorities would be them
, not me. But since I'm the one that properly acknowledges science and evidence-based medicine and the authorities that exist to regulate safety measures, I'm
the one that hates freedom/God/success/what-have-you or that I must love 'big government' (which is a completely useless term) or handouts/welfare/freeloading/all manner of other propaganda. Never mind the part where the denomination we're a part of accepts the validity of science, including that of cosmological, geological, and biological evolution
and has a long history of supporting social justice. I want to beat my head against a wall at the juxtaposition.
To reiterate the Michael Specter quote at the top of a very relevant article on the topic
"We hate Big Pharma. We hate big government. We don’t trust The Man. And we shouldn’t. Our health care system sucks. It’s cruel to millions of people. It’s absolutely astonishingly cold and soul-bending to those of us who can even afford it. So we run away from it, and where do we run? We leap into the arms of Big Placebo."
But the single biggest thing that I can't stand about this, moreso than the content of this junk itself, is that I see the cycle; I see it as plain as the sky is blue. They're trapped in it. They've been chasing these quick fixes and what-all for years, ever since we were kids. And what did it ever come to? Nothing, that's what. And now, instead of things that at least contained vaguely useful advice about a balanced diet and exercise if they had kept with it, they're listening to complete charlatans and nutjobs hawking homeopathy (which is utterly disproved by even a basic high school understanding of chemistry) and raw milk (who wants to risk getting E. coli
? Anyone? Anyone?). Do I think anything will come of this phase? No, not at all. We're going to keep eating and using proper, scientifically valid medicine the same way we have for years, but I don't want to hear the rantings about fringe bunk just because you have an unjustified chip on your shoulder.
The thing is, all of this rage is precisely because
they're my family and I love them, and it honestly hurts me to see this from them, because it's almost a reverse of what happened as kids when they'd get on me for supposedly not having any common sense, and pair it now with berating me for 'not wanting independence' just because of A) anxiety issues preventing me from learning how to drive (coupled with them not taking a pro-active position on teaching us when it mattered) and B) because the economy's gone in the toilet and every job application I submitted for years got rejected. I already feel impotent because every last bit of hope I had was crushed out of me, so let's pour more salt on that wound, but quite frankly I feel like I have more common sense and act more like an adult than they have been for the last couple years. I've learned to ignore the jabs in my direction, but the rest of it hurts because this pattern of behavior of theirs is destructive, and outside of these couple of spots of wingnuttery the relationship between us is great. My fear is that they're letting those couple of spots define them more and more and more, and I guess that deep down, that scares me because I see very clearly how dangerous it is.
This is one of those times I actually don't like venting, because it's like one of those 'never go to bed angry' types of things, except that it's more of a protective type of anger because I don't want to see anyone get taken advantage of, and the powerlessness I feel on making any difference on the matter.