When your Dad and I were little everyone smoked. Teachers, Doctors, Cops, Firemen, Politicians, Priests, Nuns, everyone. The lady checking out your groceries more often than not had an ashtray next to the register and there were ashtrays on grocery carts. It was a fact of life that, when you grew up, you smoked. We've learned a lot since then but one thing that many people haven't learned is that they don't have the right to tell someone else how to live their life. You have apparently been taught that lesson and your parents should be proud that they didn't raise a spoiled, judgmental brat, like so many others have done.