Why is this 70 year old guy so obsessed with something he knows nothing about? Why name Tylenol the “cause” of autism when he obviously wants to say its vaccines?

I get that the underlying goal of MAHA is eugenics, but I just don’t get why or this angle. I haven’t come across much really talking about it. Everything is focused on the fact that its obviously ridiculous that Tylenol (or anything) causes autism, but what is the obession with finding this nonexistent cause?

  • my mom wasn’t quite so bad about quack b.s. as that, but the supplement people made bank off her.

    like she would meet other older people on her travels and they would get her to buy a year’s supply of some crap that flunked its pitch for “As Seen On TV” marketing.

    it always seemed like the last leg of some MLM scam and she was always thankfully resistant to that side of things, if not their over priced magic potions.

      • the first one sounds familiar.

        i think i hit an age early on where i could reject the magic medicines and she’d drop it, because they were expensive and she was using it to treat her own annoyances. a nagging cough, restless sleep, etc. she never liked what doctors said about like diet, exercise and not watching tv all night, so she was always on the lookout for some magic powder somebody from [insert northern european country here] sold her to prove that, actually, she can be totally ridiculous and have no problems because of this new scientifically-proven powder.

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          a nagging cough

          Okay I thought you said “nagging couch” at first and I thought that was funny, cuz this medical quackery fascination also lined up pretty well with a period of my mom’s life where he became super sedentary and demanding. Like she’d spend most of the day binge watching reality TV and yelling at us kids to get her things and do stuff around the house, and then yell at my dad when he got home from his full time job with an hour commute each way to make dinner and pack our lunches for tomorrow.

          I know the “nagging wife” thing is a boomer man trope but I think my dad is actually justified in complaining about it a bit.

          Sorry to trauma dump though!