In random discussions recently I’ve realised that the whole concept of “detoxing” throws me into a fit of undefinable rage. Most of this has centred around the utter lack of scientific reasoning and/or proof inherent in this whole strange concept that we should purge our bodies of stuff we willingly put into it, usually for a fee; the idea that our bodies are some sort of dirty saucepan that just needs to be scrubbed and then will be as good as new.
I mean–what? Does this actually make sense to people? That you can magically alter the composition of your (many-years-old) body (including your brain!) with a three-week regimen of elderhipkokolarkenberry tea or having chinese water torture in your rear-end?
The other thing that drives me incandescent is that “detoxing” is the new guilt paradigm in which we feel bad about our bodies and buy stuff to achieve some non-existent “untoxed” state.