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I heard on the news the other day that a Cleveland man is suing NBC television for $2.5 million because their program, Fear Factor, made him vomit when they showed contestants drinking a dead rat milkshake. After he puked, he was so light-headed he ran into a doorway and banged his violated head. Obviously, this is a frivolous lawsuit. I don't need to argue how silly it is, or to go into details about how he hand-wrote the complaint (rife with errors) or how he refuses to speak about the suit "unless it is a paid-interview situation" (his words). Clearly…

There's no such thing as bad breath. If there was, we'd say that some folks had "good breath," too, or maybe we'd have some sort of rating system in between, from superior or exquisite breath to satisfactory or competent breath. Nevertheless, we seem to have no lack of synonyms for the "bad" in bad breath -- words like "atrocious," "repellant," "skunky," and "hellaciously fetid" come to mind. But when it comes to breath, we ought to recognize that "bad" is really just a cultural value judgement. I'm certain that, in some colorful country somewhere, the odor of a goat's ass…