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We don’t force milk but we allow it twice a day and my kids almost always choose to.

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I hate milk so much. The taste, the texture. Just the thought of drinking a glass of milk again makes me want to projectile vomit. I had to drink a glass of milk for dinner every night as a kid. I wasn't allowed to leave the table until it was gone. Sometimes I'd sit there for an hour just trying to force myself to drink it. My parents were like, just drink the milk, it's not so bad, get it over with, but it felt like being tortured every night. I was violently ill afterwards almost every time.

Turns out I'm both lactose intolerant and neurodivergent. Yes I was being a little drama queen, but I at least had reasons :)

Big Milk is so powerful, I've had older women in China ask me how I got so tall if I don't drink milk.

This is China, with no history of drinking cows milk and like 90% of the population is lactose intolerant.

I would waterboard myself with a tall cold frothy glass of whole chocolate milk. I'm a dirty little milk slut. I think I was essentially stockholmed into it. I remember being like "ew fat bad" as a kid and drinking skim for cereal. But somewhere down the line that turned into me just slopping heavy whipping cream neat. I mean fuck me I'm drinking a chocolate milk on my walk to work right fucking now.

The aggression and name calling in that second image reminded me of r/neverbrokeabone. I don't miss much about reddit, but that particular subreddit was pretty damn funny usually.

Someone would post an X-ray of a broken pinky they got in a car crash and everyone would be like "GTFO of here with your little baby bird bones, you calcium-deficient piece of shit!"

I’m on the older end of Gen Z and this was definitely a thing when I was little. My parents didn’t buy into the milk thing, but I had a teacher who went wild with it. I forget how exactly it happened, but she found out I had cereal for breakfast without milk poured on because that was how I liked it. She decided this meant my parents were neglecting my needs and that it was her job to “make up” for it during lunch time.

I’d often end up sick trying to get it all down. I’m not lactose intolerant, it was just that the amount she required me to drink (five cartons one after another) was more than I could keep down. (Years later, when The Gallon Challenge became a thing, it brought back the memories, though at least I wasn’t forced to drink quite that much.)

I’d rarely gotten sick before, so once I was being sent home for vomiting frequently, my parents learned what was happening and made it stop.

It only lasted a couple weeks, but I never drank milk again afterwards, so that teacher accomplished the exact opposite of what she wanted.

Cow's milk is good food.

"But some people are lactose intolerant!"

Too bad for them.

"Saturated fat clogs arteries! You're gonna have a heart attack!"

It's far more complicated than that, and not nearly as big a concern as most people think.

When I was growing up we went through a gallon a day. Fucking love milk.

Malk