Social Media is not the place to go if you want good advice on how to live your life. Generally, at least. There are exceptions: remember last week (or was it the week before?) when I shared this tweet?
“Just be nice to people” isn’t something you should need to be told to do. It should simply be something that you want to do. Still, that’s not always what happens, and so it was good to see this straightforward instruction put into words.
And here – suddenly, like a London bus – is another: same same but different.
Again, you’d think that this was fairly obvious. Again, you’d think that people wouldn’t need to be told. And again, you’d be wrong.
This falls neatly into the RILAP folder:
Religion is like a penis. It’s fine to have one. It’s fine to be proud of it. But please don’t whip it out in public and start waving it around. And please don’t try to stick down other people’s throats.
So yeah, eat what you want, but don’t insist that I must eat that way too. And stop telling me that scientific evidence supports your choice when actually all you’ve done is read a cheap tweet by a cookbook author or his faithful imbongi.
The good thing about science is that it’s true whether you believe in it or not.
And that person was right. Of course, there are other good things about science as well. I’m one of them, for example. Sadly, not everyone respects science (or me, actually) in the way that we deserve.
I recognise that posting this on a Saturday won’t keep the cult away. Comment moderation is, as always, enabled. Don’t @ me, although previous experience has suggested that you surely will.
The thing is that this cherry-picking of convenient bits of scientific data is merely the gateway drug to ignoring facts altogether. I expect to see many vocal LCHFers to head down the anti-vax spiral with Uncle Tim anytime soon.
South Africa were a major disappointment under new coach Allister Coetzee and new captain Adriaan Strauss, looking lethargic for much of the game, but Ireland cared little as captain Rory Best hailed his side’s “massive physical performance”.
It doesn’t. Or rather… well… it might, but there’s actually no scientific evidence that it does half the stuff that those seemingly blinkered individuals who are happily gripped in its greasy claws claim it does.
There’s evidence that it probably doesn’t do at least some what it claims to do though, but Ross Tucker, Professor of Exercise Physiology at the University of the Free State, hits the nail on the head with these two tweets detailing how that news will be handled by those in the Cult of Noakes™:
This is a really rubbish column. (No, not this one, the one I’m about to link to.) (Jeez. Don’t be so rude.) (Honestly.)
Anyway, as I was about to say, THIS is a rubbish column. The warning signs are all there. It’s got scare quotes in the title. It’s unscientific, it’s biased, it’s pants. It uses only carefully selected facts from pieces of research that suit its narrative. It’s so bad that you could quite understand sad-faced LCHF cult members holding it up as an example of some of the stuff that their sinister movement has to put up with, while conveniently ignoring the fact that they themselves use exactly the same M.O..
It does the anti-Banting brigade no favours, save for this wonderful analogy of Noakes’ bizarre disciples:
Here’s how I’d describe Noakes’s trusting fans: told by Noakes that they’re flying, they yell: “Look at me” and “So far, so good” as they plummet past a 10th storey window and plunge towards the ground below.
Because yes, when you haven’t yet hit the ground, all does seem to be going to plan. The weight has fallen, you’re full of energy, and you’ve never felt better (maybe because you haven’t thought of the long term consequences). But then that’s probably because no-one really knows what they are.
Even pseudoscientific websites like the medically-challenged dietdoctor and the falsely authoritative authoritynutrition which claim to have “scientific validation” of the long-term safety of the diet, can’t actually provide us with anything more than studies done over 2 years, when you look more closely. That’s certainly long-term if you’re a hamster, and positively eternal if you’re a mayfly, but for humans, that doesn’t really even enter into “medium-term”.
Look, hey. My body is my body. Yours is yours. You’re more than welcome to fill your body with whatever you want as far as I’m concerned. And I even have the manners not to (outwardly) judge you for it. Unlike most of Tim’s weird flock.