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Every time, I read a story like this I wish the alternatives to Google could provide us noisy information without bias, filter or personalization. Just dump content on the user and allow them to figure out if any of it is useful. Could be a lot more work to get what you are looking for but we would not living in the Fahrenheit 451 world. Today they try to provide meaningful results and often miss the mark. This is definitely one of those cases where perfect is the enemy of good enough.

When J was in elementary school, she failed her vision tests a few times. Instead of getting her glasses, we decided to have her always sit close to the blackboard so she would see things clearly. The plan worked out fine and for the most part no one knew her vision was not the best. Even when she finally got her glasses in middle school, we decided the best strategy would be not to use them all the time - as a dancer she loved having such choice. 

Last few times she's had her vision tested, the numbers have improved quite a bit. This unconventional method of dealing with vision issues for a young child came from an ophthalmologist with very contrarian views who wrote a blog. I used to read him regularly and subscribed to his newsletters. In our case, the "questionable" medical science worked out quite well. J's school-work did not suffer and neither did her eyes. I am not able to find the good doctor via Google search today. His science does not align with Google's view of the world so they must have decided no one of us need to be subjected to his views. What a loss.

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