It got labelled “the kissing disease” because the virus does appear in saliva. But population studies don’t show much of a link between episodic swapping spit with an infected individual and coming down with the infection oneself. Transmission isn’t fully understood, but it seems one is at highest risk if one is living with an infected individual long-term, even if they aren’t intimate. People with the infection often shed the virus for a year, or more, and don’t tend to have symptoms most of the time they are shedding it.
Also, over 90% of adults are positive for HSV I antibodies, even though 75% of them never have an outbreak (that they’ve noticed, anyway). They got exposed long ago, and somehow manage to keep the virus suppressed. But once you’ve got antibodies in your system to HSV, that means HSV will always be in your system.
I had a 1948 Chevy pickup for awhile, and was amazed to learn they were not factory equipped with turn signals yet. Mine had two aftermarket cans screwed onto the fenders, and a cast aluminum aftermarket turn signal gizmo that bolted to any steering column.
And from the distaff perspective: I want to kiss any old stranger for a nickel?
Chastity belts. Must have been a nightmare from several perspectives.
Corsetting. My grandma had a sixteen-inch waist and died of stomach cancer. Qadgop will have to fill us in on whether there’s a connection but the family thought so.
A&W Canada has been a separate entity from the US A&W since 1972, and is currently a completely independent entity, which probably partially explains the difference I noted above (750 locations in Canada, vs 1200 worldwide (per wiki) for the original company).
That’s the thing with medicine. They told me in med school that 50% of the stuff they were teaching me would be shown to be wrong. And that they didn’t know which 50%.
There’s a unicycle hockey team that practices pretty close to my house- people don’t even comment on unicyclists round here any more… Leads to lots of fun discussions about whether they have to stay on the street like bikes, or are they allowed on the pavements.
Hey, here’s another laughable product. The Mr. Popeil egg scrambler. It scrambles the egg while still in the shell. And then all you have to worry about is cleaning the damned thing properly so you don’t poison yourself the next time you scramble an egg.
