Dr. Oz and the art of quackery
Now that Oprah’s officially leaving, we’re left with her castaways.
Dr. Phil is just getting more rubish. “I bin doin’ this a long time… I got degrees up my anus…I don’t have a dog in this fight…and..how’s that wurkin’ fer ya?”
Where did the guy learn to speak? Roger Clinton University?
Then there is the lesbian queen of sums, Suzie Orman, who spends all her waking hours putting down people like me who think balancing a chequebook is a juggling game.
But I’ve always liked Dr. Mehmet Oz.
I learn something from him from time to time.
Not to mention the fact, he seems truly like a nice, well-meaning guy.
He’s the first doctor I’ve ever met that actually hugged a patient.
But over the last couple of years, I have lost respect for Dr. Oz.
That’s because every week, he gives us a new set of pills to take to ensure we don’t die of cancer or heart disease. Lately, he seems to be supplementing supplements!
Yesterday, was a real topper. He brought us a “groundbreaking diet that will cure cancer completely.”
It means giving up meat, poultry, dairy, eggs, fish, all oil products including olive oil because they all, apparently, cause cancer.
What’s left to eat: dog turds?
Maybe it’s true. Maybe we could live to be 100 if we gave up everything but seeds, legumes, fruit and veg. But I’m here to tell you, I rather be struck dead on this very spot than give up on my Friday night barbecue. Or my Greek yogurt.
I’ve changed my diet completely to make sure I am in optimal shape nutrition-wise, eating from the right food groups, weighing my portions, eating more plant and tree. But fucked if I’m going to get on this diet.
I do believe, Dr. Mehmet Oz has finally gone round the Maypole.
If this is the survivor’s diet, I want to be voted off the island.
Time to switch to the Paula Deen regime for some real advice.
I might die young, but dang, I’ll die happy.