Last night I borrowed a copy of Genetic Roulette (film not the book) and
watched it last night instead of grading papers. I watched it to unwind. (Warning this isn’t a movie that makes you ‘unwind.’)
It’s funny how sometimes our non-scientific selves circle around an issue but we just can’t quite articulate what we know to be true.
I was sitting there in the loft listening to my children sleep upstairs in their room. My daughter who was born when I had money enough to watch what I ate and ate well sleeps soundly. My son, first born, and gestating when I was broke has the same bad sinuses I have and his throat never quite clears. I ate whatever anyone put in front of me then. I tried to eat well as I could on no income. Did my decision to have him when I did secure him a life time of sinus and throat conditions? Is it just bad genetics he inherited from me? But I used to be able to breathe fine. These are recent year ailments.
I am not a believer. I just go with facts and observations and try to prove them wrong and try not to believe that profits are/were more important than people. But it’s getting harder for me to ignore the wheezing upstairs, or that my friends all seem to have one child with bad food allergies or autism. Did we all just go to a bad punk rock show in the 90s and our eggs mutated then?! I don’t think so.
So yeah, watch and be freaked out. The Halloween creep out movie of the season.
