The Tale of Kenvue’s Plunging Stock and the Powder of Perdition

Once a limb of the mighty Johnson & Johnson-now severed like a gangrenous toe-the company finds itself haunted by the ghost of powders past. In the U.K., three thousand souls have banded together, their grievances woven into a tapestry of carcinogenic dread. They allege that the talc once dusting infants’ bottoms has, through some alchemical perversity, transmuted itself into a harbinger of cellular betrayal.





