“food nazi” to “the Jenny McCarthy of the Food Industry,” to, a big, fat, bully (I was admittedly jealous my previous blogs hadn’t taken off in the same way).
Cancer expert David Gorski wrote in a blog that Vani’s strategy is to “name a bunch of chemicals and count on the chemical illiteracy of your audience to result in fear at hearing their very names.”
Don’t we know that.
But despite the epic—and I mean epic—smackdown that Vani was taking on the internet by bloggers, columnists and health experts alike—she didn’t go down without a fight. Instead, she dug her heels in and made even greater demands of the makers of Bud Light and Miller.
In a follow-up post just days after the beer giants capitulated to her demands, Vani maintained that they hadn’t satisfactorily revealed all of the ingredients in some of America’s most favorite libations.
Wow. Girl’s got some cahones—that’s for darn sure.
I just wish that the food industry had some.
As Gorski noted, “companies live and die by public perception. It’s far easier to give a blackmailer like Hari what she wants than to try to resist or to counter her propaganda by educating the public. And, make no mistake, blackmail is exactly what Vani Hari is about.”
You see, Vani Hari is no different than HSUS, PETA or the Pew Commission—they’re all bullies with agendas. And those agendas include tearing companies, people and anyone/anything that stands in their way down, in order to build themselves, and their organizations up.
So what if Subway and Anheiser Busch lose market share and have to layoff employees? So what if farmer Joes’ family gets death threats as a result of an undercover video campaign?
It’s time that we in the ag industry go back to basics and remember our schoolhouse rock. The best way to fight a bully? Don’t engage. Walk away. Ignore them.
I hope that the food brands that purchase meat, milk and eggs learn a valuable lesson from beer’s blunder—if you give a bully an inch, they’ll take a mile.
That’s just what Vani tried to do, but I think she got more than she bargained for.
Karma’s a you-know-what, Vani. You don’t mess with beer.