Dear Prudence,
I am an emergency room doctor with over a decade of experience. My husband of also over a decade, a non-biologically related scientist, is very into fitness and wellness. Occasionally, we’ll see an ad or hear about something in what I would call the wellness-industrial complex (companies eager to earn a buck on people by sending lab tests that have dubious clinical significance and then selling the customer a cure, a panacea, or a longevity or athleticism cheat code), and he’ll become surprisingly resentful and woeful about the entire concept of medicine, complaining that it offers him nothing because it only treats diseases rather than offering enhancements that could make him, essentially, superior to a typical disease free human (superhuman?).
When I try to explain the limitations of ethical and scientifically sound medical research, he responds as if I’m a fool who can’t see the fullness of human potential, or that I genuinely don’t know what I’m talking about. But I literally am an expert, and he’s not in the field at all. He’s not an RFK guy, but his attitude in these conversations makes me see how easily people slip into that MAHA mindset. What can I do?
—I Really Did Go to School Too