Speak for yourself. Some people's lifestyles may cut life expectancy but stop trying to tar us all with the same brush.
Smoking, drinking and our expanding waistlines are threatening the health gains we have made – with evidence already emerging of a slight increase in death rates from illnesses related to lifestyle.
There is so much wrong with this statement that I don't know where to start.
First of all, you are back to this collective "we" and "our". I presume you refer to the population of Ireland in which case I would point out that your statistical conglomeration in fact consists of millions of individuals, no two of which are alike. Anorexics live next door to the obese and teetotalers mingle with alcoholics so less of this fucking "we" if you don't mind.
And what is all this shit about "gains"? Is there some kind of race? Are we on some kind of league table where we constantly have to be measuring up with other countries? Why does it matter an iota whether we have a greater life expectancy than the EU average? Is this some kind of perverse consolation for the parents and families of the thousands who die each year before their "allocated" lifespan?
I am sick to the teeth of this "lifestyle" tag. Lifestyle is basically just the way someone chooses to live and how that person chooses to live is none of your fucking business. If I want to spend my day lounging on a couch drinking cans of beer and eating burgers that is none of your business. If I want to spend twelve hours a day on a treadmill, that is equally none of your business.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am nearly 65. I am educated to third level and have held down several responsible jobs and in fact have never been unemployed up to the day I retired. I have a reasonable IQ [I don't remember what it is but Mensa once asked me to join on the basis of it – I declined] and so would consider myself intelligent enough to know what I am doing. In other words – I AM AN ADULT. I do not need anyone to tell me and hector me about how I live my life. I know the risks and the benefits and I choose accordingly.
Not only am I an adult but I am an individual. I have my individual likes and dislikes. I have a fondness for Mars bars, pipe tobacco and a drop or ten of alcohol. I also like a drop of salt on my food and a ladle of sugar in my tea. If these happen to be on your naughty list, they are not on mine so fuck off and mind your own business. They are my choices as an adult and you have no right whatsoever to chide me about them.
Some day I am going to die. Until that moment I choose to live my life the way I want. I choose to be happy and contented [which incidentally statistically improves my lifespan by several years] and to live life the way I choose. I do not choose to deny myself anything just to satisfy your cravings for control and your obsession for righteous league tables.
And if in my dotage I cost the health service a fortune, so fucking what? It is what it's there for and I have been paying into it all my life for just such a moment.
So sit on that and swivel.