No More Echinachea
Like clockwork, every winter I get laid out with a nasty cold, and like clockwork, all my earthy, Brooklyn-based friends inform me that, although I should have taken echinacea the second I felt a twinge of illness coming on, it's not too late. I know they mean well, but it's kind of annoying. So imagine my delight—immature, I know, but still delight—to discover that I haven't missed a thing, and echinacea is nothing more than snake oil....