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The Citizen, 2015-12-03, Page 5THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 4, 2015. PAGE 5. Are you mysophobic? Donald Trump certainly is. So is the annoyingly manic TV bobblehead game-show host Howie Mandel. The Trumpet, for all his brutish aggressiveness, would sooner say something humble than shake your hand. Mandel wouldn’t touch you at all. He greets guests on his TV show with fist bumps. Mysophobia is a pathological fear of germs. It’s also called verminophobia, bacillophobia and bacteriophobia. The most common manifestation is a repetitive washing of hands, and for mysophobics it can really get out of, er, hand. In 2012, a woman in England wore socks on her hands (when she wasn’t washing them) and showered up to 20 hours a day. She died of dehydration and a skin infection. Who says the gods don’t have a sense of irony? That said, if you want to worry about germs, there’s enough raw material to go around. The only upside of visits to my doctor’s office used to be the chance to catch up on those rumpled copies of Maclean’s magazine from the 1980s. No more. All reading material in the waiting room has been replaced by an aerosol hand sanitizer. Same story with grocery store shopping carts. Now I get a container of Handiwipes to swab down the handles in case the previous user was a Black Plague carrier. Handrails? Don’t touch ‘em. Doorknobs? Crawling with microbial creepy-crawlies. Elevators? The other day I saw a guy – empty- handed but obviously germ averse – trying to press the sixth floor button with his elbow. Public washrooms? Only if you’re wearing a full-dress Hazmat suit. Do you have school-age kids in your life? Vaya con dios, amigo. Schools are veritable petri dishes of infection. They turn your kids into walking artesian wells of viral potential. Wouldn’t it be nice to just fly away from it all? Yup – but don’t fly commercial. Recently, a website called Travelmath.com did a worldwide hygiene survey of airports and airplanes. Not pretty. Airport washrooms actually come off rather well. The surveyors found only 70 of what they euphemistically called ‘colony-forming units’ (read ‘infectious germs’) on the washroom stall locks. The seatbelt buckles aboard the planes were four times as contagious. And you may want to bring your own water supply. The survey found enough virulent agents on the drinking fountains (1,240 per square inch) to make dehydration look like a plausible alternative. But the germiest place by far on your average airplane? Here’s a hint: the next time you hear the announcement to ‘bring your tray tables to the upright and locked position’, put on a pair of rubber gloves before you comply. The average airplane tray table – you know, the one you eat your inflight meals and snacks on – contained an astonishing 2,155 colony- forming units per square inch. That said, how much of this germ phobia is legitimate and how much is media-induced hysteria? I know what dear old mom would say (as she retrieved a cookie that fell on the floor and brushed it off on her apron). “Son, you’ll eat a peck of dirt before you die.” Now the old man, he was more into riddles. “Which runs faster,” he’d ask us. “A cough or a cold?” The answer? A cough, of course. Anyone can catch a cold. Arthur Black Shawn Loughlin Shawn’s Sense Over the weekend I was cutting open a bag of milk when it occurred to me that drinking milk isn’t exactly the most normal thing in the world for humans to do. Don’t get me wrong, I love milk. I lived on two meals of cereal a day for a good chunk of my teens and into my early 20s when I was at school. So this isn’t me hating the dairy beverage. No, this is me just realizing that a lot of things we take for granted could have some pretty unique (or some downright disturbing) geneses. While scientists have discovered that the first group to be able to process dairy beverages was from central Europe and developed that ability some seven millenia ago, it certainly doesn’t explain who first looked at a cow and said, “I wonder how that mammal’s milk tastes.” At least I hope that was the thought process, I guess it could have been something far more disturbing that would have me eating my cereal with water from here on out. It got me thinking about other things like, who was the first person to decide to try and bake bread? Did some serendipitous fire occur close enough to some ground-up plants aeons ago and result in some lucky primitive finding what would be the greatest thing until sliced bread? There are enough tales about how things that are common today came into being – like cereal, for example. Cereal, in its modern incarnation, owes its creation to the Kellogg brothers who created the first packaged cereals as part of their sanitorium’s diet program. Potato chips were, allegedly, created when a chef got tired of a patron asking for thinner and thinner cooked potatoes until he made them so thin that they could not be eaten with a fork. The tale goes that the patron loved the dish, so I guess that the chef didn’t exactly make his point. Beyond that, however, look around your home or your office or your kitchen and ask yourself, who first came up with the idea to do that and how. Take to the internet and you might find some interesting stories. I will warn you, however, that you may never be able to look at some of the things that make up your daily routine the same way ever again. Take the bean brew (coffee) as an example. The origin of coffee as a beverage is thought to be in Ethiopia in the 10th century, though the only credible evidence that exists dates back to the 15th century. Coffee started in religious practices and several legends tell of its creation. Some say that a mystic saw birds with high energy and, after tasting the berries of the plant they were feasting on, discovered it energized him as well. Another states that a Sheik’s disciple, discovered a coffee plant and in true Goldilocks-style, found the berries too bitter. He roasted the berries to make them more palatable, but found they became very hard. After boiling them, however, and drinking the liquid they were boiled in, he was energized. Yet another tale tells of an Ethiopian goat- herder who noticed that his flock became energized when chewing on certain bushes. The thought of how the first gulp of milk was discovered got me thinking about other products in the fridge as well though, the first of which, another dairy product, might not be the best tale to tell if you’re about to eat lunch. It’s assumed, according to the great information source Wikipedia, that cheese was first created when milk was transported in ruminants’ stomachs. (Ruminants are any animals that glean their nutrition by fermenting plant matter in their stomach, like cows.) Because there is no definitive history, it’s tough to say if that’s how the first cheese wheel was discovered (or if it was even a wheel.) The Greeks (or Greek Mythology) credit the minor god Aristaeus with making cheese and the dairy product is mentioned in Homer’s Odyssey as something that the cyclops makes. Either way, I’m glad that, today, cheese isn’t brewed up in the stomach of the animal that produced the milk necessary to make it. I might not be able to look at it the same way. However, mentioning that gets me on to another question I had – who was the first person to create a sausage? Turns out, there is no mythical legend behind meat and organs being stuffed in stomachs or intestines, it’s just logic. Apparently any butcher worth their salt would use various tissues and organs and salt them, stuff them into casings made from clean intestines and, voila, sausage. I was hoping for a tale that would be a little more memorable to be honest or at least a story that left something to the imagination. Kind of like eggs. Seriously, who was the first person to watch an animal drop their young, encased in an egg, out of their nether-parts and think it looked good enough to eat. Again, no hate here. I love eggs. My wife and I have a couple devices for the sole purpose of cooking eggs to fit them on an english muffin for breakfast. But looking at the egg, where it comes from and the fact that the first egg eaten likely wasn’t an unfertilized egg like the ones found in kitchens across the world today, who would have thought that would make a good meal? Especially when there was a chicken presumably near-by waiting to be caught and turned into a good, roasted meal. I guess, until we figure out time travel, we will never know who first thought it was a good idea to chow down on an egg, or where the first loaf of bread came from or who first thought that milk from a cow’s udder would taste good. Then again, maybe not knowing what was going through those culinary pioneer’s heads is for the best. Denny Scott Denny’s Den In or out... all of you When Jess and I finally, after many years together, bought our dream home in Blyth, this joyous event was followed closely by a housewarming party. Having said that, I know all of you weren’t invited to that housewarming party, and for that I’m very, very sorry. I’m sure most of you will understand that I know some of you better than others (there are even some readers out there I don’t even know at all) and that, due to the logistics of a home and the limited space it provides, the entire community – and beyond – simply couldn’t have been there. I say that, of course, because of a story that was in the news last week that flies directly in the face of my housewarming party strategy – and the strategy employed by most people planning any type of a social event. That outdated, dinosaur of a concept is, of course, inviting to your event only the people you happen to like and whose company you enjoy. It’s true. Ask Wolfgang Van Rosan, the father of a seven-year-old girl who goes to school in Oakville. One day in November, Van Rosan’s daughter came home from school a little “depressed” and he eventually found that the culprit was a student at the school who handed out invitations to her birthday party and Van Rosan’s daughter, and a handful of other students, didn’t receive one. The father did the reasonable thing, he went on CBC Radio and complained about it. “Especially at this age, [the birthday girl] is giving invitations to some and not to others. This creates a two-tier classmate system: those invited and not invited,” he told the show. “This is a privilege, not a right, to hand out invitations in a public place.” I freely admit that Jess and I don’t yet have children and that it will no doubt be hard to explain the concept of rejection to my child, but should it not be explained? If Van Rosan has his way, everybody should be included in everything – an even more unreasonable extension of the age of the participant trophy, a way of life in which nobody wins or loses, nobody passes or fails and everybody gets everything they want. I have written about this before – a number of times, actually – and my comment has always been the same, that rejection, losing or failing are actually character-builders and to shield your child from these eventualities is to really do him or her a disservice in the later years of his or her life. When this young girl is an adult, she’s going to need to understand that she won’t be invited to everything, just as every child needs to understand that in the adult world of real competition, not everybody wins and not everybody is at the top of the class simply to save hurt feelings. So, back to my housewarming party – no, I didn’t invite people I went to school with who called me names and I didn’t invite readers who have threatened to sue me before and I didn’t seek out everyone who’s ever given me the finger on the 401 and I didn’t attempt to find addresses for all of my ex-girlfriends. Do you know why? Because I don’t want to spend my time with them. At what point can we do anything for ourselves? Perhaps this young girl, take her to court if you so choose (although I shouldn’t joke, maybe that’s next) wanted to spend her birthday party with her friends, and people she likes to be around – creating a pleasant day for herself, rather than doing a community service to everyone she’s ever met. Other Views Infectious (literally) behaviour Sometimes the world needs a weirdo