Brendan O'Neill on the Totalitarian Crusade Against Second-Hand Smoke


Assef Elweter

If there really were such a thing as a bullshit detector, a machine that bleeped upon encountering nonsense, it would probably go into meltdown whenever someone talked about second-hand smoke. In the modern public sphere, writes Brendan O'Neill, there are few issues that are as riddled with myth, misinformation, contradictory claims and outright claptrap as the scare about what smokers' foggy puffing is doing to us innocent non-smokers.