IDIOT ADVERTISERS WITH GOOD INTENTIONS AND HOW… “I” STOPPED SMOKING.
A suffering man is shown choking and being exploited to inspire others to stop smoking. Nonsmokers turn the channel; smokers will do what they do till they don’t.
Many, many years ago (last century when Sir Walter Raleigh and I dated), I was a smoker. I relinquished my habit reluctantly because of a few rotten kids who lived with me. They said it was wrong for me to yell at them when they ate junk food because they’d only get cavities or lose their teeth, but I would lost my life. How can you argue with such childish logic?
Even though I was never a heavy smoker – heavy came later – quitting was difficult. I adored smoking those long, slim, sexy brown cigarettes. It was all I could think of. I went to bed praying I’d awake to find it was healthier than jogging. (Hey, it happened to wine and chocolate!) I purposely burnt the food (okay, so it wasn’t always on purpose) just to smell the smoke.
Then I ate everything – without pause. This is more than psychological. A cigarette is like the period at the end of a sentence. Without it, the sentence would ramble. Similarly, a meal without a cigarette to punctuate it continues eternally. So i became a researcher, not for me, mind you, but the rest of
Humanity. I learned that Baskin- Robbins® truly did have 32 flavors in all their branches. The next detective work was never conclusive. I never learned whether M&Ms® melted in my hands, my mouth or my pocket since they were gone quick as a flash. I just knew I loved them. The only foods that I was partial to were those that were sweet, sour, spicy or bland, though I did learn to enjoy solidly frozen as well.
I started eating tons of mints, chewed gum, and chomped on anything not moving. Eventually though, the craving subsided because it was more of a habit than an addiction for me.
So posting grotesque photos of very ill patients on a cigarette pack or on a TV screen will not deter people, even brilliant ones who certainly know the consequences but are addicted and unable to stop on their own. They need an intervention, therapy and our compassion.
Take a smoker to lunch; though if they take out a cigarette during the meal, slap them silly. Then give them a hug!
I do not want to be judgmental. Because if they put pictures of M&Ms®on a cigarette package, who knows who could revert to earlier times?