Have we over-sanitized our world?

[Kathryn41 3,205]

You big, fat pile of bacteria

Go ahead, roll in it. Revel in it. You're made of it. What, you prefer a meek, sterile world?

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist

Friday, November 2, 2007

I'm 2 or 3 years old. I'm out in the backyard playing in the grass and my dad is just over there, working in the garden, planting tomatoes or carrots or human shrunken heads or God knows what because how the hell should I know, I'm only 3.

Like any self-respecting child, I like to dig in the dirt with my bare hands, probe, investigate the planet I currently cruise so close to. It pays off nicely. I eventually find real treasure: a big, fat, juicy earthworm. Oh my yes.

It is fascinating. It is squiggly and squishy and weird and wonderful ‹ you know, just like life. I hold it up to the light. I hold it close to my face, my nose, my mouth. I am examining. I am expanding my tiny little brain. My mouth is possibly wide open in wonder.

It is apparently at this precise moment that my father looks up, glances over to check on me, sees a giant earthworm dangling over my wide-open mouth. He is, naturally, a tiny bit startled. He shouts my name, hoping to halt the inevitable. I jump. I react accordingly.

And I do the only natural thing: I pop that fat sucker into my mouth and swallow it down whole, germs, dirt clods, slimy goodness and all, and give my dad an innocent "Who, me?" look. Mmmm, childhood.

I did not get the slightest bit sick. I did not even get queasy. I do not, in fact, recall feeling that I had actually done anything comestibly incorrect, nor did the act cause me any permanent aversion toward playing in the soil or digging for big fat happy earthworms. (Though of course, munching that bad boy, despite being a clear example of superior intelligence, is an act my two older sisters have, to this day, refused to let me live down. Sisters. What can you do?)

Of course, it turns out, biologically speaking, that big, dirty earth-muncher probably did my immune system, my intestinal tract and all the happy bacteria therein a world of good. It's true.

It's a notion backed up by my favorite article of late, from Kent Sepkowitz over at Slate, who happily argues, in the face of recent E. coli outbreaks and nasty meat recalls and the ominous dangers of virulent organisms out to eat your brain, that, far from not cleaning, cooking and irradiating our food well enough and far from not ensuring we have the correct FDA precautions, we as an overpampered culture are probably not getting enough nasty buggy immune-system-boosting microbes in our diet, in our meats, in our mouths. And therefore we should probably, you know, eat a bit more #######.

As in, excrement.

He's referring, of course, to the trace amounts of nasty fecal-related bugs and bacteria that come along with our topsoil and meats and foodstuffs, and that, while minimizing their presence is an excellent plan, eradicating them completely from human consumption is doing our bodies more harm than good and might eventually make us all into a bunch of biological "bubble-baby"

wimps who can't even touch a plant without falling over and convulsing.

Hell, it's already happening.

All of which dovetails nicely with another new study, this one from Britain, that says guess what, boys and girls are actually not made of snips, or snails, or puppy dog tails, sugar or spice or anything nice. Nor are we made of the usual suspects, of blood and bone and skin and vodka and wine and residual plastic polymer molecules that come from licking your iPhone way, way too much.

No, unless you're Britney Spears or Paris Hilton or Pete Doherty and are therefore made up of equal parts Xanax and Diet Coke and nitrous oxide, we are all essentially made of ‹ you guessed it ‹ great heaping gobs of bacteria, massive hordes of them, all manner of wacky bugs and parasites and wondrous horrible-looking microorganisms all munching happily on the same air and blood and burrito that you do, trillions of toothy things working in some sort of bizarre harmony to keep you alive, despite how some might like to kill you. What's more, this is a good thing.

Ah, there's the rub. Because while this knowledge, these bacteria, is/are vital and essential to our survival, the cultural mind-set at large runs directly opposite. So much so that we could be, in effect, cleaning and scrubbing and protecting ourselves to death, as our immune systems whimper and wither and drug-resistant bacteria get nastier and nature always, always finds a way to thwart our silly efforts to eradicate its wild side.

Hell, just look at the ads, the obnoxious articles, the insidious marketing, the cleaning solvent aisle at the supermarket, all screaming the same shrill one-note alarm (and all, by the way, apparently aimed straight at the same sad demographic: frumpy paranoid moms with too many kids and too little time to actually, you know, read): Bacteria is bad! Germs are evil! Don't touch that doorknob! If you consider yourself a good parent, if you love your kids, you must scrub every surface and sanitize every toilet and wash your hands 12 times an hour and oh my God don't ever ever ever let your kids eat something from the floor or the table or the backyard garden because what are you, insane?

Yes, obviously, it's just more fear-based B.S. for a fear-based culture, right? Easy enough.

Problem is, the pattern doesn't stop there. That alarmist germophobic mind-set that insists on sanitized overcooked ultra-safe bleached-out everything then grows and mutates and extends well beyond the toilet and the kitchen and the backyard and the human gut, straight into human experience as a whole, resulting in one horrifically bland, edge-free, prefab life.

Tract homes. Cruise ships. Gated communities. Giant, vacuum-sealed malls.

Swimming pools with no deep ends. Swimming pools built 50 yards from the warm, dangerous ocean in Hawaii. Theme restaurants. Theme hotels. Theme vacations. Theme nature. Second Life. Megachurches. Groupthink. Intellectual numbness. Spiritual stasis. Rubber gloves. Face masks. Body condoms.

Processed foods. Bans on raw milk. Quadruple-washed lettuce. Spitting instead of swallowing. Entire islands and towns built and owned and operated by the Walt Disney Company.

And then, wider: Fear of your own body. Fear of sex, blood, bodily fluids, human contact. Fear of pain, aging, death. Fear of nature. Fear of the new.

Fear of the different, the strange, the foreign, the Other. Voila: you're a meek little island and everything looks like an invading force.

The trend is palpable, obvious, sad. We seem to be all too happy to have as much raw human experience filed down to a safe nub as possible, all contingencies taken care of and all bacteria scrubbed away and all dangers bleached out and not a single thing left to chance because oh my God what if something went wrong? What if it all broke down? What if you caught something and got sick and died?

But then again, so what? Maybe we need to be reminded, over and over again, that taking that risk and eating that ####### and rolling in the dirt and opening to that wicked sense of uncertainty is actually what makes all the difference. You think? Is it not better to swallow that fat squishy worm of dirty, squirmy life, and find out?

Edited November 2, 2007 by Kathryn41

[Jasman0717 9]

Hum....kind of hungry for yogart now

[Hilarious Clinton 452]

People keep their kids (and themselves) too clean now-a-days.

[Fandango 1,440]

I once read a blog where the guy licked a raw chicken to disprove salmonella

Hrmm, a googlin I shall go!

[Zarathustra 0]

Initial quote far too long

[Fandango 1,440]

ahhh...The Last Angry Young Man....

http://www.angryman.ca/chickenlickin.html

But his rants are great.....http://www.angryman.ca/rants.html

[Marilyn. 340]

yes, the world is over-sanitized now

way more kids with allergies and kids getting sick etc....

[Reba 2]

heh heh heh...now I've got that song in my head...

nobody loves me everybody hates me I think I'll go outside and eat worms

[Mags 112]

I used to work in a genetics lab (yeah, you all know this blah blah) and one of the things that part of our lab tested for was various leukaemia's. There was proof that childhood leukaemia was more prevalent in richer households, mainly because they have maids and staff to keep the place clean, thus eliminating alot of the bugs and bacteria needed to keep our bodies' immune system healthy.

So, keep your place clean but don't go overboard with the bleach and similar products. Your child isn't going to die if it eats a bit of sandwich that has fallen on the floor and it isn't the end of the world if you missed wiping down the high chair once in a while.

[JODO 2]

I know I probably use and buy too many anti-bac products,but I just can't help myself.

[MissStacey 1]

I heard the cutest saying a few days ago- we were at a friends one afternoon and a little girl dropped her candy on the ground, she picked it up and was looking at it when a woman said "go ahead and eat it, God made dirt and dirt don't hurt."

[JODO 2]

I heard the cutest saying a few days ago- we were at a friends one afternoon and a little girl dropped her candy on the ground, she picked it up and was looking at it when a woman said "go ahead and eat it, God made dirt and dirt don't hurt."

Oh ya we'd say that too,but we'd end it with: put it in your mouth and let it work

[Jamie76 0]

When I was little, I used to eat sand like it was nobodies business Ants too.

[GeordieWife 1]

When I had my first child...I was insane with cleanliness...he dropped his binky I swooped in like a superhero to boil that sucker fast! boiled all the bottles, toys and anything that wouldn't melt in the water. I was SUCH a good mom!!!! THEN....one day....we had a CRICKET invasion in Texas. Crickets came in the house through every tiny crack. My then 6 month old son, who crawled everywhere on my SPIC AND SPAN floor, with seemingly BIONIC speed....crawled to a cricket..and YES OH MY WORD....he did the unthinkable. HE ATE THE CRICKET!!!!!!! To my horror...I FLEW across the room in an attempt to heimlich this defilable insect out of my childs body to no avail.

He did not get sick. He did not develop an allergy. He did not die. He was fine. FINE!

From then on things only got washed in plain soapy water and if he dropped the binky and we were out..I popped it in my own mouth to wash it off and handed it back to the kid. He's been suprisingly healthy ever since.

[Hilarious Clinton 452]

I know I probably use and buy too many anti-bac products,but I just can't help myself.

At least you're honest.