Since about my second year in Venezuela, when I would scream, rant and swear at drivers who didn't indicate when going left, or cut in front of me, or stopped for no reason (and no brake lights)... I suddenly saw the light.
And the light was: If there's a new law, or scientists declare that meat is poisonous, or you can't smoke in public, or you have to wear a helmet when riding a motorbike, or wolf-whistling at a pretty girl (
never did it, btw ) is considered discriminatory, there's
nothing you can do about it.
And if there's nothing you can do about it, then why worry? It's out of your hands.
Consequently, if scientists have done their studies and decided that fish could, or might, or may possibly contain unsavoury heavy metals, then damn! I'm going to eat it anyway, because that's probably been the case for many years. At one stage, we were told that fried foods could be carcinogenic, that peanuts were harmful, that too many eggs increased your cholesterol levels, that more than 15 "units" of alcohol per week would kill you, that mustard oil (consumed by hundreds of millions of Indian inhabitants) is dangerous, that leaving rice on the kitchen table is an invitation to immediate food poisoning, that Energy Drinks should be banned for under 18s (why 18? Why not 45?), etc.
I'm in no position to challenge these scientific investigations. On the contrary, I applaud them. But I've been doing all that stuff for 70 years and I'm still here. I accept the risks.