Column | Plastic – NRC

Only when my mother was given half a dentures did she find out that there were also lesser sides of sugar. « If I had known that, I would have put a little less sugar in the porridge. »

She started every day with a plate of sugar with porridge.

When she was pregnant with her oldest child – I – the doctor advised her to continue smoking, she became calm. She only stopped when the first frightening texts appeared on the packages, a period that happened to coincide with her first heart attack.

« The warnings always come afterwards, » concluded my father, who had sprayed our grape bushes with agricultural poison for years. « They will soon come up with the announcement that it is better not to sit on a chair. »

He sat on a chair his entire working life, after his death it turned out that it is not healthy. After his death, it was only noticeable how cheerful he was always on birthdays, would he have known that you could get drunk from alcoholic drinks?

I had to think about them when the day the news fell out of the air that the news was better not to eat any more eggs from hobby chickens. We saw it together on it Juvenile. A boy from a rural area carried chickens, it Juvenile Was on the spot. He picked up eggs and brought them to the basement. He said his parents: « So tasty, so healthy and so cheap. » They just continued to eat eggs. Pfas sits in eggs from hobby chickens, they think they get it through earthworms.

It turned the world view upside down: chickens in laying batteries live healthier than those on the land. The danger is precisely in the free -range eggs. In our worm years we got eggs once a week at a hobby farmer across the street, it can only be that our bodies are full of PFAS. And what’s in it never goes out again. I looked next to me on the couch. Three beautiful daughters whose elders of whom consist of a good percentage of plastic.

« Why? », The oldest asked, « Why did I always have to get eggs from those people? » The fairest answer was: because I didn’t feel like them, but she didn’t mean that.

« We didn’t know any better, » I said truthfully.

The middle daughter: « I don’t care if I am of plastic, my dolls are also made of plastic. »

Marcel van Roosmalen Writes a column on Monday and Thursday.

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