“The majority of the 80,000 [chemical] compounds the EPA
[Environmental Protection Agency] tracks have never been rigorously studied for
human health effects. Most predate creation of the EPA and were granted
automatic approval for use when the agency came into being in the 1970s. Even
today companies do not have to prove that new chemicals are safe before putting
them on the market; the burden of proof falls on the government to demonstrate
danger.”
--from The Everyday Fear Zone, by Emily Anthes, Psychology Today Dec.
2012, p. 81
Our brains ‘n’ stuff are made of chemicals, so we needn’t get
overexcited. On the other hand: try reading the chemical data required at most
work sites. Under sections like
“Effects of Overexposure:” and
“Ecological Information:” you discover
“No known applicable information.”
“Complete information is not yet available.”
“No information found.”
“Not available.”
“Not established.” And the most popular,
“None known.” (All from actual
“Material Safety Data Sheets”.) Translated into polite hillbilly jargon:
“We have no freakin’ idea.”
At home, many of us own vast
collections of similar powders, pastes, sprays, and goos, for painting faces
and houses, taming or killing wild nature, keeping gizmos going, and the
impossible elimination of “stains.” Never use any of these products as a snack
food.
The Owners often use our world as their laboratory, and us citizens
as ratty subjects. When people turn splotchy, frogs get freaky, or bee
empires collapse, they might desist, if their “shareholders" still get a
“dividend" (code words for “rich people getting paid to do nothing.”)
Health laws sound nice, but where are the cops for that? If enough of us rats
get sick or die, lawsuits ensue, and the no-guilt-admitting plague-makers pay
lawyers until everyone shuts up and goes away. Our smiley-face, free-to-crap-in-the-market
economy.
As school children we had nuclear bomb drills; like fire drills
except we ducked under our desks to avoid the terrifying imaginary debris. That
cloud still hangs over us. Chemicals are much less
worrisome, with a quick fix: the Owners will quit selling when we quit buying.
Try it!
A toilet that hasn’t been cleaned for many moons may tempt you to
purchase Well-Advertised Deep Kleaning Ka-Pow Ka-Blam, the Dirt-Busting,
De-greasing, De-scaling, Disinfectant Foaming Death Spray (Now With Fresh Lilac
Scent.) My own experience is that everything gets just as bright with rags,
brushes and warm water. With a Free Bonus: the healthy exercise known as
“scrubbing”.
Disgust for smells has recently been found to be largely culturally
determined, so another tactic is to simply accept the funk. Ignore society’s
decision that we naturally reek, and skip the armpit stink-pretty. “Fabric
softener"--are we really so pathetically delicate that our clothing must
be chemically softened and scented? And an open window always clears butt stink,
eventually.
One human is ugliest, and one most beautiful; the rest of us
somewhere between. Accept your naked self and skip the industrial vats of face
paint. Grow some gnarly “natty dreads" and toss all hair goo too.
Cooking with a cast-iron skillet means you’ll never eat teflon
again, even after it makes its way into the “food pyramid.” To make your whole kitchen
sparkle, use warm water, a rag, and a 10-year-old who can’t escape “chores.”
No home interior needs chemical cleaning or painting, unless there
has been an overly frolicsome bloodbath, or the baby pukes pomegranate juice
while being swung 'round by the ankles. If warm water doesn’t do the job, try a
wire brush, then scrapers, then chisels, and for really stubborn stains, an
axe. Remember, too: no matter how filthy, a well-placed match will self-clean
your house right down to its foundation. This quick-clean is perfect for when
the Owners are coming tomorrow to take it back.
Has a Sentence of Death been pronounced on every bug in every home
and yard everywhere? Accept bugs as little friends, not necessarily
annihilated. If you must kill, go “green” and smack them with a shoe.
Want to get rid of wax, grease, anti-freeze, battery acid, and oil
stains? Sell the car!
Check food labels too--if you can’t read it, should you eat it?
Did distant ancestors clean hut often? If not, let us honor their
wisdom by skipping it today. If so, let’s honor them by skipping the
industrially-produced eyeball solvent.
No reason to panic, dozens of wacky chemicals are already in every
human’s blood, yet here we are. No need to add to it, however. For inner peace,
forget shiny perfect stuff and self. Life is often stained, dirty, stinky and
ugly; get used to it and fear not!
