Have you ever seen that creepy infomercial guy who claims that our bowels are clogged with many pounds of decayed meat? I'm talking about that smarmy, unctuous fellow with the dyed hair, dyed eyebrows and dyed pencil mustache.
Wow! It was far too easy to find a picture of him without even knowing his name or the name of his product. Anyway, it's not that I suffer with unbidden thoughts of his greasy visage, but I was reminded of him today as I read about Nancy Nall's upcoming colonoscopy.
A couple years ago, we had a marvelous discussion here about the 37-pounds-of-impacted-feces urban legend, which is said to be the postmortem fate of either Elvis Presley or John Wayne, and turns up from time to time in places it shouldn’t. Not the celebrity angle, but the standard line peddled by the colonics industry, which I still find in publications that should know better. A few months ago, a medical magazine asked me for story ideas. I replied with a few, and added a P.S.: “By the way — the colonics story in this issue? Where the writer says that all meat eaters carry three to five pounds of mucous-covered decaying meat in their intestines? That’s not true.”