My friends and family dismiss my criticisms as "weird" and "picky" and suggest that I broaden my horizons. I vehemently protest until they switch topics.
Apparently, I am not alone. Vastly outnumbered but not entirely alone.
Yesterday Luke had bubblegum for breakfast and an ice cream sundae for dinner. Sure, it was organic raw vegan ice cream, but where was the balance? What kind of nutritional debt did he accumulate that day? I scolded him for not preserving his genetic integrity in front of our new drummer because he knows better. No, it didn't earn me points with either of them, but I get angry. I have invested in his health. I have taught him. He has been the beneficiary of all my diligence. The countless books and articles I've studied have allowed me to impart sage advice whenever applicable. He's been lucky to have me as his personal nutritional counselor/gourmet chef/health guru. I do realize that he usually eats properly and that, more importantly, he prefers to, but sometimes he gets disappointingly lazy, and I just can't stand it!
Sure enough, last night Natural News sent out a video and article about the "genopocalypse." It discusses how humans are destroying their fertility and their very genetic code via poor diet and lifestyle choices. Studies in small mammals have demonstrated that, even if you don't see genetic anomalies in the next generation, some reproductive irregularities will appear consistently in third and fourth generations and beyond. In his article, Adams claims that vegans will be the ones making viable deposits to the sperm bank, but I disagree; only the most discriminating vegans who are supplementing correctly will be able to contribute to the cause. All of the vegan boys I know eat mass quantities of unfermented soy, which is mostly GMO, highly estrogenic, and definitely unsuitable for consumption by men or anyone, really, unless they want to end up like these poor rats:
"...female rats fed a diet of GM soy experienced a drastically higher infant death rate, and their surviving infants were smaller and less fertile than the offspring of rats fed on a non-GM soy diet. Male rats fed the GM soy had their testicles change from pink to blue, and the GM soy was also observed to damage the DNA of sperm and embryos. Fertility problems such as abortion, infertility, premature delivery, prolapsed uteri, infant death, and even delivery of unformed infants (bags of water) have been observed in farm animals fed GM cottonseed and corn."--
Doctors Warn About Dangers of Genetically Modified Food
After watching and reading, I called Luke again. I told him I believe he has a moral obligation to his progeny to make healthy choices and implored him to do so.
Sometimes I suspect we've strayed too far from our primitive roots to ever connect fully with our most basic urges, but on this account, I was right. It may be socially unacceptable to say these things, but biologically I've always known it to be true. No matter how my contemporaries have fought me on it, I continue to feel this need to couple with someone who is fastidious about his health--not, of course, to an extent that is unhealthy! Just someone who puts genuine effort into his body, mind, and spirit because he finds value there. As I do. Simple.
Maybe someday soon I will get to reclaim and recontextualize the terms weird and picky. Maybe what's weirdest about me is how uncannily right I am to consciously and meticulously choose a partner who doesn't represent a genetic dead end.
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