SherryLove
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hmmm... very interesting...well i guess it's because of things like this that aubrey organics will have me as a customer for life...been using strictly AO hair and skin products for close to 10 years now....
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simcha said:I agree, this should be a sticky thread.
Eight months ago, I had a myomectomy to remove eight fibroids (the largest the size of a melon) and three weeks ago I was hospitalized with a ruptured endometrial cyst (I don't have a history of endometriosis but I have it now).
Simcha,simcha said:I agree, this should be a sticky thread.
Eight months ago, I had a myomectomy to remove eight fibroids (the largest the size of a melon) and three weeks ago I was hospitalized with a ruptured endometrial cyst (I don't have a history of endometriosis but I have it now). Fibroids are almost epidemic among minority and especially, African American women. A friend of mine (Native American) had a fibroid the size of a bowling ball removed (they had to cut it in to three pieces to remove it). And the culprit seems to be excessive estrogen, found in dioxins (i.e. when you microwave food in a plastic container, dioxins leak out of the plastic into your food), pesticides, and meat (growth hormone injected).
I just started accupuncture and have changed my diet to a cortisal lowering diet (with organic food) and am taking fish oil(wild salmon - farm raised fish have higher levels of PCBs), ground flaxseed, 5-HTP (one theory is stress may be a cause of endo), and natural progesterone (synthetic is not good). Along with 25mg of soy protein, which I get from my soy shake and soy yogurt. My doctor is also a licensed homepathic doctor and we are trying to avoid surgery. I am finally meditating.
I can't tell you how annoyed I am. The supplements are costing me a fortune and I am tired of being poked and proded. Our food is turning into poison, while the corporate fat cats are just worried about profits and fighting the organic food industry.
I am thankful that it isn't cancer or anything life threatening.
No wonder starving African nations turned down the United States' food donation (they called it franken-food) and Europe is up in arms about genitically modified food.
Sorry about the long-winded reply but I guess I have a lot to get off of my chest![]()
I also heard this before. To take it step further, I heard that perms/relaxers are also responsible for this. When I told a few people about this they laughed, but I guess this is no laughing matter that has some merit.
wow! I use mostly natural stuff on me & my kiddos - coconut oil, shea butter, etc. And, natural hair products too.
I can see how all of that crap would cause problems. So sad. This makes me want to go organic in EVERY area of my life.If just applying that stuff topically causes these types of problems, I can only imagine what ingesting them does.
wow! I use mostly natural stuff on me & my kiddos - coconut oil, shea butter, etc. And, natural hair products too.
I can see how all of that crap would cause problems. So sad. This makes me want to go organic in EVERY area of my life.If just applying that stuff topically causes these types of problems, I can only imagine what ingesting them does.
A few years ago my older sister was diagnosed with breast cancer at 33 and that same year 3 other black women in our circle were also diagnosed I told a few people the same theory and they brushed it off too.
I read a book called 'Not on the Label' a while ago--
Treating people like this is not a good idea. We are forcing people to live in squalor, in bad housing with wages so low they cannot live. They are bound to be ill. Bad housing and bad diets – these are the sort of conditions that before the war sustained TB. These are the people who are cleaning your salad. -- Nuno Guerreiro, Portuguese Workers' Association
Globalisation of food is not the answer. It is a system designed by finance people and lawyers. -- Manuel Ariza, chief of Spanish agri-environment ministry
I think of myself as a slave. I go to sleep dreaming of work. I live amongst the rubbish like a rat. But I remember that I am a man. Wherever I live, whatever anyone thinks, I am a man. -- Abdel Majid, illegal migrant worker in southern Spain
Felicity Lawrence spent a couple of years in the early 1990s in war-torn Afghanistan, coming back to the UK was a culture shock. The first thing she noticed on shopping in a supermarket was the fight for the car parking space, then what seemed an endless choice in the supermarket, perpetual summer, until she looked a little closer and saw it was the same standardised fruit and vegetables – same size, same colour, not a blemish in sight – no matter from where they originated in the world. The fruit was hard and unripe, lacking in any aroma or taste. The process of shopping was stressful, the wonky trolley a battering ram to force your way around the isles, dulled-eyed checkout staff on the checkouts.
In Afghanistan a shopping trip would be to pull up at a roadside stall or a trip to the local market. Fruit and vegetables that were fresh and in season – mouth-watering strawberries, for just two weeks a year, grapes from glacier-fed vineyards, mangoes, dripping with juice, oranges.
It is not only in Afghanistan or Pakistan that it is possible to shop at road-side stalls, in Tenerife or Cyprus you will find roadside stalls laden with fresh produce.
We live in the West, and yet we suffer from BSE, salmonella, foot and mouth, the list goes on. Something must be wrong with our food supply chain. This is what Felicity Lawrence sets out to uncover.
Chickens on the supermarket shelves at little more than the price of a cup of crap coffee in $tarbucks. Something has to give.
Felicity Lawrence went undercover in a chicken processing factory. It was not the blood that got to her as the birds dangling upside down from a conveyor belt had their throats slit, it was the scalding bath, brown with ****, emptied only once a day. Each and every chicken contaminated as it passes through.
50% of chickens in the UK are contaminated with campylobacter.
My thoughts turned to the chicken sitting in my fridge. My stomach started to turn over. And that was before I read of the waste, unfit for human consumption, that gets laundered and recycled back into the human food chain.
Chickens are pumped up with water. It is difficult to make a chicken carcass retain 50% water, so it is held in place with hydrolyzed animal proteins recovered from animal waste – pork, beef. It may be contaminated with BSE. No one knows for sure, no one seems to care. Everyone knows it is going on – from the EU down through FSA to trading standards to the supermarkets – but everyone turns a blind eye, everyone pretends it is not happening.
The more you ship food around, the easier it is to adulterate food, to commit outright fraud. The trade in laundered recycled waste food is more profitable that narcotics.
Harassed mothers may shovel chicken nuggets down their kids gullets, but would they if they knew it was chopped up, recycled chicken skins and slurry?
Looking on supermarket shelves one could easily be led to believe chickens only produce drumsticks and breasts, and no doubt one day they will, if geneticists have their way. As it is, battery chickens are too weak to stand on their own two legs. This false demand in chicken has led to a global trade in chicken parts. What is left over is waste, to be recycled into pies and ready meals.
I would never by a cheap pie, as we do not know what is going into it.
That 'fresh' chicken in the supermarket may be at least eight days old before it even reaches the supermarket, its sell by date updated, its country of origin replaced by a red tractor.
The villains of the piece are the meat-processers and packers, but complicit are the supermarkets. They know what is going on, it is they who are cutting margins which are resulting in corners being cut.
To be sure of what we are buying we have to buy from local family butchers. An endangered species these days but they can be found – in North Camp in south Farnborough, on a stall on the Friday/Saturday market in Guildford (where once there were a dozen or more family butchers lining the street), in the old part of Lincoln, in Farnham (where there is also an excellent greengrocer), there used to be a couple or more in Ludlow in the Shropshire Hills, maybe they too have managed to survive.
A bag of washed salad in a supermarket may cost you 99p. On close inspection, you will find it will only contain a handful of green leaves. Well okay, they have washed it for you. It is all about added value, to the supermarket that is, not the consumer. The more cynical would say it is all about ripping people off.
Would we pay this extortionate price for salad leaves if we knew that they were several days old, washed in chlorine solution twenty times the concentration of a swimming pool (ie a mild bleach), have a marked reduction in vitamin and micro-nutrient content, and that the rise in the sale of these washed salad leaves is linked to a sharp rise in E. coli and salmonella outbreaks?
Migrant labour is employed in the meat-processing plants and packing sheds, picking crops, washing salads. Much of this labour is illegal, coordinated by organised crime. Workers guarded by men wielding clubs, knives and Kalashnikovs! The criminal groups extend across the world, engaging in people trafficking, prostitution and drug smuggling. Extreme violence is used to keep the illegal workforce subjugated. The migrants live in appalling insanitary conditions. They suffer from ill-health.
Everyone knows that illegal migrant labour is used. The supermarkets know, the farmers know, the packers and processors know, the local authorities in whose area they work and are housed know. Everyone knows, apart from maybe the end consumer, everyone turns a blind eye.
These are the people who wash and pack our salads, prepare our meats. This is the price we pay for 'cheap' food in our supermarkets.
To guarantee year round 24 hour delivery to supermarkets, farms import from abroad, many have also invested in the south of Spain. This arid region, suitable for olives and almonds together with a few scraggy sheep and goats has become an agricultural and economic miracle, but it is in reality a mirage. The ground water is contaminated and over-extracted, the soil cannot sustain three crops a year.
Intensive monoculture leads to a build up of pests and diseases. Lettuces have a two and half month growing period in southern Spain. They are sprayed weekly except for the last two weeks with a mixture of pesticide and fungicide. Because of the build up of pest and diseases, many of these sprays are extremely toxic.
Pesticide residues, exceeding the legal limits, is a common problem in lettuces. Many of these residues, organochlorines, endocrine disrupters, are the ones that are of most concern. Many of the pesticides are illegal.
Where the soil is exhausted, piles of rubbish litter the ground, discarded pesticide containers. In amongst this rubbish live the illegal migrant workers from Senegal and Morocco. This is not the Third World, this is southern Spain, along the coastal strip is to be found the fat, overfed drunken holidaymakers, allegedly having a good time.
The illegal workers in Spain, who pay £1000 each to be smuggled in, are hired by the day. On some days they work, on other days they starve. This is the price we pay for our 'cheap' all-year-round salads.
We are in a pre-Dickensian world, where day labourers sit by the roadside, hoping for a day's work. But this is not Dickensian rural England, this is East Anglia, southern Spain, today in the early 21st century.
Global trade has created the potential for new wealth. But in Europe it is as though we have gone back to the dark days of the early nineteenth century. In the name of a 'flexible workforce', we have effectively thrown away two centuries of reforming legislation. We have bypassed the Factory Acts and employment regulations that were introduced to curb the abuses and excesses of the Industrial Revolution, so that its enormous contribution to the affluence of society as a whole would not be undermined by squalor and suffering.
We have allowed a structure to emerge that allows our shops to be resupplied at short notice by casual labourers picked up from the roadside whatever the hour in the Costa del Sol, or collected from their Dickensian housing in rural England. These workers are at the mercy of pecking orders as brutal as those in the turn-of-the century American docks. We are told this has happened because people want cheap food.
Maybe those few salad leaves at 99p a bag, were not so cheap after all.
...then folks wanna laugh at us "juices & berries" only people! This is sad but timely for me...I was getting nervous as my little girls hair needs a bit more than baby wash lately. But now I know what I MUST do...when you know better you do better!
Lmaoooo ithought the post said "african-american FLAVORed shampoo"
Lol annddd i entered..lol
...then folks wanna laugh at us "juices & berries" only people! This is sad but timely for me...I was getting nervous as my little girls hair needs a bit more than baby wash lately. But now I know what I MUST do...when you know better you do better!