The discussion goes on, and on. and on, but the interesting point to me is the fact that different people have such a passionate and angry attachment to their positions at opposite ends of the spectrum, when I seem to manage to live quite happily in the middle ground where the pendulum swishes happily to and fro(occasionally bopping me on the head while it passes). Nothng wrong with the odd exotic tune is there? And equally, surely there's nothing wrong in loving what you were brought up with? Where is the incompatibility? The problem only arises with those who can't cope with the odd foreign visitor, but also with those who can't cope with people who quite like things to be familiar.
Pure spice would be a crap diet;so would grey goo.