Feeling Betrayed
I am not a smoker, but I can imagine…
I grew up in a time when almost 1/3 of the people smoked. Teachers, store owners and even parents (not mine).
At one time, the common experience most everyone shared, was their first cigarette. For some, the unsavory nature of their first cigarette made it their last. The savvy hero puffed a cigarette. The suave female heroine delicately held a cigarette between her fingers (old movies restricted the number of times showing women actually smoking). Smoking by women was often merely implied. The cigarette industry gave cigarettes to soldiers to encourage a habit of smoking. Smoking was considered the manly thing to do as an adult. Most all your peers likely partook. A pack of cigarettes was relatively cheap and ubiquitous.
Things changed. Not all at once, but in fits and stages. The background echo of the health hazards of cigarettes became louder. The experts paraded to dispel the mention of ill health affects were finding it harder to dispute apparent cause and effect. The strategy that worked so well for so long was showing cracks, that there was no conclusive evidence [sounds like today’s climate change denial].
Warnings were put on cigarette packs. Yul Brynner, the actor, was dieing of cancer and performed a series of public service commercials blaming cigarettes. That got a lot of young people’s attention. Asking if you are a smoker became a routine health insurance question that affected rates. Employers started to band smoking on their premises. Second hand smoking became an issue during pregnancy. The product stopped being a cheap commodity and became a premium expense. The industry blames taxes. Smoking has taken on the mantle of a drug addiction.
If you are an older smoker it would all seem like a bewildering betrayal. You were encouraged to smoke, practically everyone did. Now you are forced to smoke out doors at work and at commercial establishments. Some people will not allow you to smoke in their homes. Passengers will complain about your smoking in your own car. A really bold person might wiggle their nose and comment your car and clothes smell like smoke.
The average retail price of pack of cigarettes is $3.80 dollars. The financial drag can be great if you smoke heavily. It is unimaginable that things would have changed this way in regards to smoking. Today you are inconvenienced in order to smoke, pay an escalating price for the product, and ostracized.
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