I THINK we’ve finally jumped the shark on cigarettes. Anti-tobacco rhetoric is now sounding increasingly like a remake of “Reefer Madness,’’ the notorious 1938 anti-pot film whose absurdist depictions of the evils of marijuana made it a cult film amongst 1970s-era youth. Consider what has happened just over the last month. The FDA proposed new scare-tactic ads about the evils of nicotine. The Massachusetts Hospital Association announced it won’t hire smokers (even those who only smoke at home). A new Surgeon General’s report claimed “one puff’’ will kill. And earlier this week a Massachusetts jury awarded a dead smoker $152 million. It all makes for an extraordinary combination of over-the-top hyperbole combined with an unwillingness to let adults make — and be responsible — for their own decisions.
Worried that people still smoke, the FDA has unveiled new and more graphic cigarette pack warnings and anti-tobacco advertisements. The ads are intended to be nauseating: A man holding a cigarette has smoke floating out through a tracheotomy hole in his neck. A dead corpse with sutures down his chest is laid out on a table. A smoker exposes teeth so brown and rotten he looks as if he might have been raised in England. The ads are little different from the pro-life movement’s use of stomach-turning images of abortion and share the same problem — something that’s disgusting isn’t necessarily bad (open heart surgery, for instance, is also pretty gross to watch).
Meanwhile, unsatisfied with efforts to persuade you to stop, the MHA wants to make you stop — and it plans to do so beginning next month by holding hostage the livelihood of its employees. Of course, the organization is hardly the first company to have tried to ban all workers from smoking. Michigan-based Weyco started the movement in 2005 and has been followed by a handful of companies such as Scotts Fertilizer, Alaska Airlines, and Union Pacific Railroad.
The move has a mercenary element to it — non-smokers make for lower health care premiums — but folks such as MHA’s executive director Lynn Nicholas prefer to portray themselves as benevolent parents whose adult workers are apparently incapable of thinking for themselves. “MHA is doing its small part by focusing on new hires — our future family of workers — to let them know that engaging in the number one cause of preventable death just isn’t acceptable,’’ she wrote on her company blog. Logically, of course, Nicholas’s next move will be to ban employees from drinking — alcohol also being a leading cause of preventable death.
And then there is the latest Surgeon General’s report, a 727-page tome issued last week to the accompaniment of an artfully worded press release that just “one puff’’ of a cigarette “could be the one that causes your heart attack.’’ A credulous media seized on the words “one puff’’ and trumpeted it widely: “one puff can kill you’’ was one headline. But that claim is a speculative stretch. The report itself notes that nicotine and other chemicals enter the body from the first puff (which seems logically obvious), but nowhere does it show where anyone ever died from just one puff — never mind their first puff — of a cigarette
This kind of hysteria is what led to this week’s stunning award on behalf of a woman who freely acknowledged she knew the dangers of smoking. There are many who will tell you they enjoy smoking. They know the risks but — like those who ride all-terrain vehicles — they do it anyway. Yet when it comes to tobacco, we no longer expect people to face the consequences of their choices. Couple that with scary ads, overweening bosses, and exaggerated harms; the absurdity dulls the mind and strains credibility. Worse, it may backfire.
I don’t smoke, by the way, and never have — a decision, I’d like to believe, based on a reasoned evaluation of the risks and rewards. But as the anti-smoking frenzy gets ever more intemperate, we face the danger of doing to tobacco what “Reefer Madness’’ did to pot — turning it into some sort of outlaw good that actually increases its attractiveness. Tobacco is our new forbidden fruit. Even I find myself wondering whether, perhaps, I should taste it.
Originally published in the Boston Globe.