Bacon and the Big C


Bacon and the Big C


hat do bacon, asbestos, and Michael Douglas’ exes have in common? They all cause cancer. While asbestos and the women of Mike Douglas’s life weren’t “what the fuck” worthy, bacon on my morning BLT on rye is right up there.

Bacon is that sweet yet salty, smoky, unctuous wonder food that for me lies in the same league as A-grade black tar heroin fresh outta Medellin. Could it really give me the Big C? Would I eventually, after consuming copious quantities of bacon each month, lose my hair, my badass, majestic beard, and my life because of one of my favourite foods?