So, nu, eat a peach
October 21, 2007
The shifting construction of what is deemed healthy has always intrigued the good doctor – not nearly as much as cataloging vegetation mentioned in the Palestinian Talmud, but no matter. New York City, the ultimate Gesellschaft, has often set the tone in this regard (as it does in many others). Fresh-squeezed fruit juice, it is said, must be thought of by one to be a crucial part of one’s diet if one wants to think of oneself as healthy. Jamba Juice, a local purveyor of such liquid comestibles, enjoys commercial and cultural success. And yet I again find myself to be old fashioned, or at the very least contrary. Not only has New York City contributed to the dreaded Dasindividuationsproblem (sidebar: is this a redundant use of the definite article?) but the crux of modernity itself has been our collective uprooting and alienation from the very soil from which we evolved 5,768 years ago. Is it not healthier for both soul and body, I ask, to simply eat the fruit from whence juice came? The U.S. Department of Agriculture recommends that we eat 5 to 9 servings of fruit a day. I have no reason to distrust such a body or question its motives in any way. As modern people our dilemma is clear: Do we dare to eat a peach? Yea, Reb Prufrock, Yea.