Today I’m thinking about “junk food.” So called junk food, that is. In my mind there’s junk and then there’s food; there’s no such thing as junk food. It it’s junk then it can’t be food. If it’s food, it’s not junk. Junk food? Really? Who put this one over on the American family? Junk food? What a joke. There’s some kind of logic to this. It’s fairly obvious: it’s one or the other, and if it’s junk, then it can’t be food.

Here in my virtual reality corner of the internet, I’m working to create a quiet storm around this concept. I post week in and week out about the differences between real food and manufactured calories. My commitment to this blog is so great that I post even when I’m on vacation, which makes it a working vacation. What’s that? Okay, I’ll cut back on those.

Do yourself a favor. Stop using the term “junk food,” and call it what it is: “junk.” That’s not your only choice. You could also call it “manufactured calories” or “inventions of the 20th century.” Call it anything, but just not “food.” Ready to take the plunge? Maybe? Definitely? Should I call it a definite maybe?

The epidemic of autoimmune diseases, obesity, diabetes and related chronic diseases still doesn’t have you quite convinced? It’s no longer a minor crisis, dear readers. At this point I’d call it an open secret. A not-so-quiet storm.

Our own civil war, of sorts.