And I know who did it.
Tone got whacked for sure, there’s no doubt about it. As you probably know, Tony Soprano (aka James Gandolfini) died from a heart attack recently. I don’t know the particulars, but we all know he was a big guy. Who obviously enjoyed his food. In fact, I saw him once a few years back at one of my favorite Manhattan steak houses (Dylan Prime) enjoying a fine meal. I wasn’t nosey enough to see what he was eating (ok, he was sitting too far away), but at that restaraunt, I don’t think it was the veggie platter.
We live in a world where our nutritional experts tell us red meat is a killer. A world that promotes that idea that we all should be eating a low fat diet, and possibly even a plant based diet.
Sometimes I imagine a world where such a collosal, mind-bending, genocidally epic fuck-up had never occured. A world where the experts based their advice on the actual evidence. A world where people treated sugar the way most folks today treat saturated fat.
In a world like that, there would almost certainly be far less heart disease, diabetes, and possibly, dare I say it, even less cancer. In that world, maybe guys like James Gandolfini (and many, many others-Tim Russert comes to mind) would still be around. Enjoying their steaks and wine.
How did we end up in this mess? There were a lot of players but it really all comes down to the creaky science of one egotistical blowhard: Ancel Keys.
Why Ancel Keys? He’s the guy who got this whole nonsensical fat-causes-disease ball rolling, a ball that’s still rolling to this day, flattening and detroying lives and families in it’s enormous wake.
If you want to find out more about good ole Ancel, here’s a decent summary http://paleodietlifestyle.com/fear-of-saturated-fat-and-cholesterol/.
If you’re in the mood for an entertaining bit of video, this clip from the movie Fat Head tells you pretty much all you need to know about Ancel:
Yes, Ancel Keys, I blame you. You killed Tony. And many, many, many others. Shame on you.