Of course, we have bred ourselves completely out of tune with nature, filled with all sorts of genetic variants and errors.
"If suckin' cow titty is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right."
For me, sometime in college, lactose intolerance started to hit. Loads of fun. Heavily pressurized, unpleasant loads of intestinal fun. Bleh.
I used lactase tablets, but they were kind of hit-or-miss. I couldn't really have milk and cereal before having to leave for work or class because I couldn't risk the unwanted production of a few cubic meters of gas in a most inconvenient location, at a most inconvenient time. (It's the sort where there's an abrupt gurgling, and then a sudden feeling of "Uh oh!" not too long afterward.)
The oddest solution...and it likely will sound damn weird: Unpasteurized, unhomogenized milk. Interestingly enough, if you go about the process carefully, and keep everything properly sanitized, it's not dangerous. (Your mother's breast milk probably wasn't pasteurized before you drank it, fresh from the tap.)
There are absolutely no problems with it. It's as benign to my guts as plain water. I think they say it's because the heat of pasteurization or something about the whole industrial milk processing thing damages or destroys some enzyme or bacterial component, which makes processed milk difficult to digest. Something like that.
All I know is, raw milk causes me no problems. Regular store-bought milk leads to an eruption of Old Fecal.
