Some people put way to much emphasis on food trends. Like "I just got a fabulous Cous Cous salad at this little bistro downtown. It's all organic." They always say the last part like you were hard of hearing or instead, whisper it while touching your forearm and demanding eye-contact. it's as if they were trying to say, "This could save your life! Pay attention!"
Organic foods are sought after like the poor-mans Botox. People scramble to find alternatives to their once favored average store-bought items.
"I know I'm bleeding profusely from the abdomen, but is your bandage organic?"
"I used to buy generic frozen chicken, now I know to only buy the ones that were hand-fed rose petals and have a time-share in the Hamptons."
"My child can see through walls thanks to the locally made yogurt with no preservatives."
There really is no limit to what easy life-bettering fixes people will apply to the words organic and locally grown. Cancer? Not me, I got a farm-fresh tomato. Dysfunctional relationships? No way, I communicate with Hummus.
There really is nothing wrong, I feel, with purchasing organic or locally grown, I don't mean to say that. Quite the opposite. The organic stores often play better music and have much less public arguing than your average Wal-Mart or H.E.B. It's as if while omitting artificial colors and harmful additives they increased the side effects of civility and progressive thinking. But the emphasis should not be placed too highly on completely renovating your life expectancy.
The very same person who ate the fabulous Cous Cous salad for lunch will still wipe their mouths with soy-based linens, re-apply their mineral SPF 15 makeup, donate a portion of their meal cost to starving farmers in Ghana, get into their mass-produced hybrid vehicle, and proceed to plow through a red light at an intersection....because they were talking on their cell phone about "The cutest little organic bistro downtown."
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