Don't Make Mine Milk

I've always disliked milk. When I was a little girl, my mother believed in a breakfast of porridge (oatmeal), sweetened with brown sugar and drowned in whole milk, with a whole orange on the side. The porridge made me feel queasy and, well, I sometimes threw up. After it happened in church at High Mass one Sunday, both the porridge and High Mass obligations ceased. In fact, I'm not sure that milk, or any other offensive food item (olives, mushrooms, fried onions ...) was ever forced on me again.

Today's news story suggesting that milk is bad for the bones and the heart gladdened my heart and made me feel damn good about myself. I've been a consumer of cheese, cottage cheese and yogurt for many years, but somehow those smug milk lovers like my mother and my husband always made me feel like some third world child who needed both education and, of course, milk. Turns out they, and others like them, may have been wrong.

The study's statistics are impressive. I may avoid osteoporosis and live longer just by continuing with my half-century + of avoiding milk. It was a good day!