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Perplexing why that is your focus when there is so much happening right now. Just today there’s news that the FDA is planning to halt almost all regular food safety inspections. If you really think that’s preferable to the current UK system, then I politely agree to disagree and am moving on

The 178 people that died from it three decades ago? Compared to the food standards crisis and junk food epidemic in the US. Exactly.

Right, you must have been itching to get back to enjoy some azodicarbonamide, hormone treated beef, and chlorinated chicken after eating that terrible burger. The US has all the good stuff

I couldn’t agree more, that’s some kitchen alchemy. I’m not equating high quality with expensive. I’m meaning an egg from a chicken that wasn’t caged and starved so that the shells are paper thin, or a chicken that hasn’t been washed with chlorine because it were made to live in squalid conditions

I live in the US, I’m not being high and mighty about ‘my’ anything. There’s a wealth of studies about how food quality standards are so much lower in the U.S. Higher quality products generally taste better. It’s not exactly the most inflammatory comment ever made, nor is it very complicated

Okay, I’m being called racist because I pointed out that the UK has better food safety standards than the U.S., there’s a wealth of studies backing that. PS I live in California, I don’t ‘love being racist’, and food apartheid in the U.S. is deeply troubling, but thanks for all the assumptions

Thanks for contributing to this civil dialogue and have a wonderful day too!

A lot of tired stereotypes in these comments. The quality of every day meat, eggs, cheese, and chocolate is far superior in the UK thanks to higher food standards. If you like hormones and pesticides with your meal, the US has got you covered. Sounds like most of you haven’t visited since 1973.

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…the wall where she once lived in the wilderness years of the late 70s and early 80s. She let me dream outside the confines of suburbia, something bigger, bohemian, and beautiful. Thank you Marianne, you scratched me fiercely.

There very few people in popular culture I’d feel truly devastated to lose, but Marianne Faithfull is one of them. When I was a scrappy teenager wandering the streets of Soho, I’d sit on the wall along St Ann’s Court listening to Broken English on my headphones…

This was soothing. Fuck everything, truly

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