Everyone calling seed oil sceptics a cult is defending a cooking oil that has to be deodorised before anyone will eat it.
You're defending something humans managed two million years without, until a soap company put it in the kitchen in 1911.
Something that can't leave the seed without a petrol solvent, or look like food without bleach.
Something that leaves the refinery carrying trans fat and a carcinogen Europe now caps in baby formula.
Something that has more than doubled in our diet, and more than doubled in our body fat.
Over the same century, the heart attack went from a medical curiosity to the world's biggest killer.
Since 1990 alone, diabetes has quadrupled and obesity has doubled.
And a liver disease nobody had even named in 1980 now turns up in a third of adults.
You're defending the raw material for the body's own cannabis, the munchies chemical, in the middle of an obesity crisis.
A fat that breaks down inside your fat cells into an aldehyde that stops them listening to insulin.
A fat whose breakdown products climb as the liver gets worse.
A fat that goes rancid inside cholesterol particles until the artery wall turns them into plaque.
A fat that stays in your body for two years, so you're still paying for it long after the receipt's gone.
You're defending an oil that lowered cholesterol in trials and saved nobody.
An oil that was given to heart attack survivors in place of animal fat, and killed more of them than leaving them alone did.
An oil whose biggest trial, 9,000 people swapping butter for corn oil, was hidden in a basement for forty years.
And you're doing it all on the word of a heart charity built on the soap company's money.
But sure, we're the cult.
Mike