…is not informing or education, but nagging.
See, there’s that “it’s not education” thing again.
Fun fact: repetition is the key to internalizing information. This is like grade-school level stuff here. I bet when the teacher told you that you had to practice the alphabet more than once you threw a fit about them nagging you when you just wanted “education”.
You’re making an (asinine) assertion here that people aren’t changing their minds about smoking based on the warning labels, when even the barest little bit of effort on your part would turn up a wealth of studies demonstrating that the cigarette warnings have been very successful at getting people to quit.
Like, any effort at all. Just a little bit.
As an aside:
I love you…
Thanks, I guess, but let’s try to stay on topic.
I still don’t understand how a convicted felon loses the right to vote for president but can still be eligible to run for that office.
Makes sense for a rapist to conflate domination through violence with love, I guess.
I need to say that I adore how you have relentlessly asserted that it only counts as education if you’re told once and then never again, because putting a label on the bottle can’t possibly be a form of education.
It’s pretty cool how some people in the comments are just outright telling us they have no ground to stand on, though.
I don’t know how it works where you live but where I live you literally have to pass a test indicating that you know how to operate a car and how insanely dangerous operating one is before you can be licensed to drive.
“You just need to educate and inform!!!”
“Ok, we’ll educate and inform people using a proven method we’ve already successfully implemented with cigarettes”
“No not like that!!”
I may not have a monopoly on pain, but you’re certainly trying hard to have one on being intentionally obtuse.
Thanks, I appreciate you.
Yes, I have. It was much more pleasant.
Watch someone live in agony for months, then come back and be a smart ass.
Edit: also, why the fuck would anything you said above matter? Nobody is telling you that you can’t drink, they just want to make sure you know and accept the risks.
I’m not Canadian, but I think that anyone who has watched a loved one suffer and wither and die in agony from cancer would argue that you deserve to know when you’re putting yourself at risk of that.
None of those warning labels seem excessive or pointless anymore after watching the last months of my father’s life.
I suspect part of how annoying those labels feel is us being a little unsettled by just how many things around us might be killing us.