Let’s hope ! – example, the much-cited Victorian thing of paper-or-fabric coverings-up of piano legs, for fear of male base passions being excited (the human mind is so good at the associating thing, that doing so would likely excite more base passions, than it prevented).
20-odd years ago, I spent a three-week holiday in China with a rabidly-anti-smoking friend. Those sentiments of his gave a dimension of difficulty to the holiday, which I for one could have done without. As time went on, work-arounds were found; but, China should certainly bear a warning addressed to militant haters of smoking…
With the furious hatred which smokers get, from many who do not engage in their habit – I find the clique / bonding-together thing on their part, understandable, and not something that I’m about to censure.
So, the smell of beer causes your lungs to go into spasm, you start seeing black spots in your vision due to lack of oxygen, and you feel like you’re slowly being strangled? Does it require you to use prescription medications just to avoid a trip to the ER?
If the answer is “no” then no, you are NOT as adversely affected by beer as someone with a respiratory problem like asthma is affected by cigarette smoke. But hey, your desire to court emphysema and lung cancer is clearly more important than the health of the other people around you. :rolleyes:
Then as a small child you never reeled back aghast when passing a British pub on a warm day.
Different now — eheu fugaces, one of my older [ alcoholic ] relations started drinking in 1940 in pubs when he was about 12, and he said there was sawdust on the floor, which I assumed was a legend — pubs have become clean cafes, although they can be a bit rough in Scotland. Then again, maybe American beer is so cold it doesn’t smell of anything.
Still the smell makes me sick.
This. Ex-smoker here, too. Well - no couch. Didn’t see that part. There’s patio furniture and an ashtray handy for them. That’s as far as I’m going, good hostess be damned.
I am a smoker and don’t even allow smoking in my own house. Even when the weather is bad, I’m still out there on my porch. It gets in and on everything. I inherited a really great antique couch from my neighbors who both smoke in the house. I don’t think they realize it gets in the walls and insulation and carpet padding – everything gets permeated with the stench of stale old smoke. I think it kills the resale value of your house, so I decided not to ever have smoking inside when I bought my house. Now I just do battle trying to get the smoke stench out of the couch. The dog wouldn’t even sit on it for a week or two until I’d done some major de-smoke-ification. (Activated charcoal, in a paper bag, stapled underneath, where the springs are.) I would be horrified if someone offered to let me smoke inside their house. “Erm. No thanks, I’ll just step outside.”
And yes, I am well aware of the off-gassing of smoke odors. I try to stay outside a few minutes at work to let the residual blow off, then I immediately spray down with Febreze and the most important step – I wash my hands. We carry so much stink on our hands and don’t realize it. I can’t even stand the smell of smoke on my own hands, so I take steps. And I’ve had people – like my dental hygienist – be surprised when I told them I smoked. “Oh really? I never smell it on you.” That’s because I am super conscious of it and try to mitigate as much as possible.
