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View From The Fence

Thursday, August 29, 2002

We're continually hearing that more and more things we enjoy are bad for us. Too much red meat isn't good for you, too much fat is bad for you, processed meat has additives that can harm you, tanning beds can cause skin cancer, cell phones transmit rays that can be harmful, and on and on it goes.

I've come to the conclusion that if you avoided everything reported to be bad for you, life wouldn't be much fun.

It appears to me that technology has made our lives easier, while harming us in the process.

But we no longer have to work as hard as people used to, thanks to technological advances. If you don't believe me just sit and listen to your grandmother talk sometime. She'll tell you stories of having to carry water from the creek to do the weekly washing on a rub board and cooking on a woodstove.

Your grandfather will probably have a few tales about plowing a field behind a team of mules and cutting wood to keep the family warm in the winter. A far cry from the fancy appliances we have now that make washing and cooking a breeze. I only wish they would hurry up and create that little robot they've been talking about for generations that will load the washing machine for you and do your household chores.

But it's not just in the house that technology has been hard at work. Have you seen those fancy tractors that have air conditioning and TVs in them? That's a long way from a team of mules.

While technology has assisted in relieving our workload, we certainly haven't gotten off scott-free. Our grandparents didn't have some of the worries we have now. They probably couldn't have imagined that future generations would be killing themselves by ingesting methamphetamines. If someone had told our grandparents their grandchildren would someday be tempted with a drug that included bleach, Drano, battery acid and other deadly chemicals I doubt they would have believed you. I hardly believe it myself.

We've come a long way, baby. Or have we?

I pondered this question as I lay on the tanning bed the other day while talking on my cell phone. Normally I wouldn't consider tempting fate in such a way, but I was expecting a call and you pay for the tanning beds by the minute so what's a girl to do?

I then pulled through a drive-through on the way home and picked up something for dinner. I'm sure it was probably full of preservatives that weren't good for me.

The alternative? Rub boards and mules. I'll take the preservatives.