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Thanks, Mom, for not letting me have any of these

In other news, Fark is more farking hilarious today than usual.


Jun. 19th, 2007 05:46 pm (UTC)
Bah. That's bull. I ate those all the time, thought they were the SHIT, and I still don't smoke. In fact, I yell at everyone that I know that DOES. (Except my one uncle. But that's because sometimes he's kinda scary. Also, he was a marine. I'm so not messing with that.)
Jun. 19th, 2007 06:01 pm (UTC)
obviously it's not 100% conclusive that if you eat them/play with them, that you'll be more likely to smoke. I'm sure there are billions of other factors. But a difference of 13% isn't small, and a population of 25000 was surveyed. Statistics like to lie, so I'm not saying it's true or anything like that.

It was recently proven that breast feeding does not affect the intelligence of a child, and yet there's a strong correlation between mothers who breastfed and children who have higher IQs. It was found that it was not the breastfeeding itself that was the issue, but the fact that a woman with better parenting skills is more likely to breastfeed, and a woman with better parenting skills is more likely to raise a smart child (good news for my friend Katy who cannot breastfeed but who will undoubtedly raise a smart kid).

It's possible that this correlation works the same way. It's possibly likely that mothers who wouldn't let their children play with fake cigarettes are the same ones who encouraged their children not to smoke (not saying anything bad about your mother whatsoever, just saying that she was an awesome enough mom to keep you from smoking regardless of the bubble gum you were allowed to chew).

Jun. 19th, 2007 06:32 pm (UTC)
I suppose that's true. Thing is, and I didn't know this until I was at least 14, my mother used to smoke, and still does on very rare occasions. (Can't even tell you how strange it is to see my mother puffing away.)

It's also a testament to my first elementary school. One day they taught us about how bad smoking was for you, and I think that was the day they took us into one of those smoke rooms that teach you what you're supposed to do when there's a fire in your house, and that day after school, I saw my aunt who has always been a heavy smoker. I told her off for smoking, and ever since have been telling her she should stop. It just stuck with me for whatever reason.


Much like pineapples, I am hardcore.

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