I LOVE WEED!

It’s Valentine’s Day and everyone is all lovey dove making everyone else nauseous. You know what cures nausea? WEED! I am going to go out there and say it: I LOVE WEED!

Did you know that weed grew rampantly in Brooklyn until the Narc squad ruined all the fun? According to this really interesting article on WNYC.org titled When Weed Grew Wild in Williamsburg:

There was a HUGE marijuana crackdown in New York in 1951.  At the time, weed grew everywhere, with seven foot high plants sprouting in fields from Williamsburg to Cobble Hill to East New York.

Man those were the days! I wish I could grow pot in my backyard.

Remember that amazing episode of Three’s Company when the trio gathered flowers in the yard and gave Mrs. Roper weed to use in her flower arranging class?

When I was in high school, I wrote a paper arguing that if alcohol is legal, weed should also be legal. Kudos to my teacher at Townsend Harris HS who let me read the paper in its entirety. No one ever overdosed on weed, I told the wide-eyed students in my sophomore debate class. Weed doesn’t cause cirrhosis, like alcohol does, nor are there life threatening withdrawal symptoms associated with quitting. Alcohol withdrawal can be deadly, I said. Then we would go after school to Cunningham Park and drink forties until we were sick. Alcohol was our gateway drug – not pot.

In fact, weed nearly saved my life. As a teenager, like many other young women, I had suffered from anorexia. It wasn’t a joke. Then I started smoking weed. Well that cleared it all up. The munchies were stronger than my horrible self image, my thinning hair grew back and I got my missing period again! Thank you weed.

In fact Psychology Today reported, “scientists discovered that the brain’s marijuana-like neurotransmitter system was significantly underactive in women with either anorexia or bulimia in a part of the brain that is responsible for the integration of the taste of food with our emotional response to eating.” The solution – EAT pot! (I will admit – smoking isn’t the healthiest way to enjoy the benefits of THC.)

I love that this past Super Bowl was the WEED BOWL. I love that it’s becoming less taboo to talk about loving weed (to my parents) and I love that many states are decrimilizing it. I love that Obama loves weed (well not really but he recognized that, “Middle-class kids don’t get locked up for smoking pot, and poor kids do.”) That people have lived entire lifetimes in jail because of a plant, a medicinal herb, is what is really criminal.

I do hope that marijuana is legalized for recreational use in my lifetime in NYC. New Yorkers could benefit from some stress/insomnia relief without penalty.

Do you love pot? Has it ruined your life? Leave your comments below.