Opinion: Red meat will kill you? Stick a fork in me, I’m done!
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You can have my steak when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.
I hate to be politically incorrect, but that’s my, well, gut reaction to a study released Monday that says eating any amount of red meat increases one’s risk of premature death.
Now mind you, it’s not that I don’t believe the study. Its lead author is a postdoctoral fellow at the Harvard School of Public Health, and only really smart people get into Harvard. And it’s not as though the researchers weren’t thorough: They looked at the eating habits and the health of more than 110,000 adults for more than 20 years. Which, on a scale of boring tasks, certainly tops the homework in the geology class that I took in college.
But first I read this -- ‘adding just one 3-ounce serving of unprocessed red meat ... to one’s daily diet was associated with a 13% greater chance of dying during the course of the study’ -- and I think, wow, I’m pretty sure that just two bites of that T-bone I had last month were more than 3 ounces.
Then I read this -- ‘Even worse, adding an extra daily serving of processed red meat, such as a hot dog or two slices of bacon, was linked to a 20% higher risk of death during the study’ -- and I think, that probably means the bacon-wrapped hot dogs I had for lunch last week should’ve killed me by now. (To give me some credit, I skipped the onions and the fries; perhaps that’s why I’m still walking around.)
Also, this part moves me not at all: ‘Eating a serving of nuts instead of beef or pork was associated with a 19% lower risk of dying during the study. The team said choosing poultry or whole grains as a substitute was linked with a 14% reduction in mortality risk; low-fat dairy or legumes, 10%; and fish, 7%.’
Well, I had peanuts on Saturday afternoon. It didn’t make me glad it wasn’t steak; it made me think of being on an airliner. Then I had sushi on Saturday night. It made me think of fishing.
But here’s the part of the study that has me really puzzled:
The Harvard researchers hypothesized that eating red meat would also be linked to an overall risk of death from any cause. ... And the results suggest they were right: Among the 37,698 men and 83,644 women who were tracked, as meat consumption increased, so did mortality risk.
Which means what, exactly? If I grill a nice New York strip on Sunday, that increases my chances of being hit by a bus on Monday?
Granted, I didn’t go to Harvard, but that seems like a stretch. Or maybe it’s just that all the red meat is killing my brain cells, in addition to clogging my arteries (and making me more likely to die in an airplane accident).
Probably a lot of people are going to have fun with this story. They may even ignore the more salient points, among them that at least cutting down on the consumption of red meat is good for your health and good for the planet.
But sorry, Harvard, my bottom line remains: As a red-blooded, red-meat-eating American, I just can’t stomach a future that doesn’t include a juicy rib-eye.
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