An Unbalanced Mind
ETA: Entry unlocked in the unlikely event that non-LJ folks might be interested in reading my impressions of the exhibit.
Having bid a fond farewell to drbunnyface and capeman this afternoon, I collapsed for what turned into a relatively long nap. It's been a lovely, sleep-deprived, overindulgent weekend and I will be shamed to give my wellness update for the week ( Read more... )
Having bid a fond farewell to drbunnyface and capeman this afternoon, I collapsed for what turned into a relatively long nap. It's been a lovely, sleep-deprived, overindulgent weekend and I will be shamed to give my wellness update for the week ( Read more... )
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I feel the need to Share my observation that Americans are so protected from these realities. When I went to live in England in 1967 I knew what a steak looked like: it was cut up in a neat little package in the meat section of the grocery store. The first time I walked into a proper butcher shop and saw a side of beef hanging from a hook in the ceiling I can tell you I had a new appreciation of my carnivore identity. Of course, we are all Americans now. Some of us are protected from the reality of the food we eat and others of us are dying of starvation.
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I feel the need to Share my observation that Americans are so protected from these realities.
Yeah, but.
I'm not exactly sheltered from those sorts of realities. I mean, I've butchered my own cows, slaughtered my own chickens, I'm a licensed meat inspector. But every time I visited a chicken slaughterhouse, I stopped eating chicken for a few months. Because, you know, they look like animals.
It's not so simple.
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