I suppose it’s in my blood and genes to do the same thing the same way for only so long.

Substantially before I began blogging about paleo stuff, the whole saturated fat and cholesterol wars, dissing vegans and whatever else I could think of that interested me enough to write a bit about, I still blogged about lifestyle and “thoughtstyle,” in various ways, and always from the perspective of someone who’s self directed and loves to tell hand-wavers to just to go fuck themselves.

I woke up around 4 a.m. last night wondering two things. What is it in this that truly differentiates me from others? Well, perhaps in the general sphere, only my style, if that, even. In the Paleosphere, I think I’ve been around long enough to know and understand that it’s now pathetically hopeless (for me, doing as I do). You have 90% of “CAVEMEN!!!” basically being followers of dogma and narratives being exploited for profit by those clever enough to keep the narratives tight and trademarked.

…You even have monkey wenches out there waving hands over stuff—like resistant starch, raw potato starch—that has the support of thousands of positive anecdotes on this blog. Nope, the vicious wench will ask you for tests, “find something,” tell you it’s the potato starch, and take your money to “fix” you when you were already doing just fine, even better than before. That’s evil. Of course, such things come with the ever-enthusiastic Jimmy on the Spot podcaster to mainstream the confirming bullshit.