tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682160518082145513.post1267028717828316846..comments2023-01-14T05:10:26.912-05:00Comments on Democracy Under Fire: Something to think about.....Ruralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11814103548500393628noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682160518082145513.post-66659961644495786292020-10-11T14:00:45.996-04:002020-10-11T14:00:45.996-04:00I count myself very fortunate to not have any such...I count myself very fortunate to not have any such problems Owen, I do worry however about my mental acuity as my old creaking arthritic bones stagger me into my dotage, cant wash that away so far as I know.....Ruralhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11814103548500393628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682160518082145513.post-46072267250854477702020-10-11T13:35:47.922-04:002020-10-11T13:35:47.922-04:00As someone who suffers from psoriasis, I find a da...As someone who suffers from psoriasis, I find a daily shower helpful. Otherwise, things get scaly.Owen Grayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06464860078574618579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682160518082145513.post-88527084856053152402020-10-11T11:42:01.127-04:002020-10-11T11:42:01.127-04:00To this day I find a little 'natural' body...To this day I find a little 'natural' body scent less objectionable than a strongly perfumed 'clean' person ...it all depends upon what we are used to I guess!Ruralhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11814103548500393628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682160518082145513.post-16864298417737276542020-10-11T11:25:08.830-04:002020-10-11T11:25:08.830-04:00Well, I was brought up in Blighty in the 1950s and...Well, I was brought up in Blighty in the 1950s and the bath was once a week -- with a doctor for a father. We got showers after rugby practice and games though at school, because cakes of mud are a bit hard to handle in class afterwards and I hated dried dirt on my hands, as it tended to crack at inconvenient junctures. <br /><br />Our family came to Canada in the late 1950s and more showers and men's underarm deodorant were a new thing for us. Gillette Right Guard, woohoo. Going back to Europe in 1969 for studies, one noted that France in the early '70s was a smelly experience due to a combo of what Americans and Canadians thought of as poor personal hygiene and garlic, with women quite unconcerned about shaving their armpits, and publuc toilets a nightmare to behold. The UK was only a little better, the general pong of uncleaned-up dogsh*t everywhere on sidewalks tended to mask things, as did vinegar-soused discarded fish and chip wrappers, barf and pee in alleyways and the overarching stench of unburnt hydrocarbons from the vehicle engines of the day, plus the sulphurous smell of poor quality coal burnt haphazardly in primitive grates in homes during winter which saturated peoples' clothes and fabrics of home furnishings. 'Twas an aromatic experience but hey, you got used to it. The lead in gasoline and paint and London's water pipes should have led to generations of twittering imbeciles but somehow didn't. We left that for today's sterilized young to develop all on their lonesome!<br /><br />So I understand Dr Hamblin's view. It's merely the adult version of what's been advised for the last half-decade concerning letting kids play outside and ingesting all manner of "germs" and thereby developing antibodies instead of getting peanut allergies from sterilized living. And of course, in the early 1970s, all young adults then alive had suffered the usual measles, mumps and chicken pox growing up. We were a hardy lot, cough, cough. Probably not a bad idea that we needn't overclean everything for little Mary and Johnny these days, either. You just have to get used to more body odour and the use of complimentary perfumes to mask the uh, scent. Good luck getting people to change! We want to face the environmental apocalypse squeaky clean.<br /><br />BMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682160518082145513.post-25685483713204802212020-10-11T10:35:44.591-04:002020-10-11T10:35:44.591-04:00Having lived all my life in more rural environs I ...Having lived all my life in more rural environs I have never had the 'joy' of spending time packed closely together on public transport or elsewhere with my fellow Brits or my adopted Caucks for that matter, but do see your point Mound!Ruralhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11814103548500393628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682160518082145513.post-19425372624007581052020-10-11T10:15:25.204-04:002020-10-11T10:15:25.204-04:00This does sound plausible but changing something s...This does sound plausible but changing something so ingrained in society is going to be tough. I have a few doctors and not one of them has spoken of this. <br /><br />My only contribution to this conversation goes back to the late 60s when I lived and worked in London. My usual conveyance was a BSA Lightning. When it snowed I walked a couple of blocks and took the train to work. Boarding the train it was usually full of the gentry commuting in from their country homes. I was almost 6'3", a good deal taller than most Englishmen. When I boarded the standing room only cars I usually looked over a sea of heads.<br /><br />A lot of these fellows worked in "the City." They wore the uniform - black shoes, grey or grey pinstripe trousers, waistcoat (a lighter grey), an immaculately laundered and starched white shirt and collar, a tie, a black or dark navy jacket and some of them the ubiquitous bowler. Perfect examples of the English gentleman. It would have been perfect, anyway, except for their personal hygiene. Many didn't wash. They smelled. Their hair, neatly trimmed, was greasy. Their teeth - well, English oral hygiene wasn't what it is today. I think the country ran on chocolate and other sweets. Standing, packed among them, I sometimes imagined I could see them giving off fumes that rose to the roof of the car.<br /><br />Me, I had to bathe every day. I was a schoolkeeper in Bermondsey which meant I had to tend the coal boilers twice a day. By the time I got home I usually had a pretty good dusting of coal.The Disaffected Libhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13135599782685108764noreply@blogger.com