Dr. Oz makes me depressed. He just does.
I recently had my wisdom teeth out. For those of you who have not had the experience, you spend a lot of time immediately after sitting around sliding in and out of consciousness. During one of my more lucid hours, I happened to channel surfing, and found the Dr. Oz show.
He made me very depressed.
Dr. Oz spends a lot of time fear mongering about how everything I do is killing me. And I mean EVERYTHING.
Shampoo - death.
Using soap - death. (WTF)
ANY kind of self medicating - death (Like...tylenol, or advil.)
Using tampons - (surprise!) also death.
These are just four things I do on a fairly regular basis. So I must be dying, and I imagine many of you are also dying as well. I mean, supposedly from an obvious standpoint, we're all dying, but he means like NOW.
He also hates Halloween. He thinks it's an unhealthy practice to allow your children even one day of sugar binging. Now. This is true. You shouldn't let your kids really eat themselves sick, but in the grand scheme of things, this seems a little pathetic. One day of sugar rush each year is not what's causing childhood obesity. It's the umpteen other lifestyle choices parents make for themselves and their children. Personally, I was a terrible Halloween binge-er every year from age 4 to age 15. And right now, I'm a healthy size 4. Because I usually ate right and exercised. I've never been much bigger than I am now. Because I have a healthy life, even if I indulge a little now and then.
Now, don't get me wrong about this terrible man. Personally, I think Dr. Oz could be a very nice person, if he couldn't ever talk about himself. And possibly if he would drink a solid gallon of high fructose corn syrup, possibly mixed with gravy.
But I digress.
