Quando un piccolo deputato dei 5 stelle incontra la donna che sta scrivendo la storia d’Italia, il deputato dei 5 stelle fa questa fine qui… 👇🏻
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@bragachiara Cioè, fammi capire, il partito di Ucraina o morte, è contrario al aumento di spese militari? Mi ricorda i 5s...vs alleato che tra l'altro ha fatto fortuna mandandovi letteralmente a fanculo
In March 1984, Time magazine ran a cover that did more damage to the British and American breakfast than any government leaflet ever managed.
Two fried eggs. A strip of bacon. Arranged on a plate into a sad face, the mouth turned down, looking up at you with reproach. The headline: Cholesterol, and now the bad news.
That image went everywhere. It hung in the national imagination for a generation. Eggs became a confession. Bacon became a vice. A whole population rearranged its mornings around a frowning plate drawn by an art department.
Thirty years and three months later, in June 2014, the same magazine ran another cover.
A curl of butter. The headline: Eat Butter. Scientists labelled fat the enemy. Why they were wrong.
No frowning face this time. No apology either. No note to the generation that had spent three decades scraping the yolks into the bin and trusting that the people in charge had read the science.
The same magazine. The same authority. The same confident tone. In 1984 it told you the eggs would kill you. In 2014 it told you to eat the butter. Three decades apart, and not a word in between about who was owed an explanation.
The breakfast never changed; it had been right the whole time. The only thing that flipped was the cover.