{{GC & Family}} Peace to all.
and...
Yay to Susan!
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{{GC & Family}} Peace to all.
and...
Yay to Susan!
{{GC and family}}
job ma~~ to Susan
Thanks, guys. Also, job~ma to Susan.
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Job~ma to Susan!
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Much job~ma to Susan
Gloomcookie, my thoughts are with you and your family.
Go Susan!
They're getting pretty close to creating vat grown meat. All your protein arranged in a properly pig-like construction, without it actually ever having been a pig.
This is the best news I've heard all day.
This is the best news I've heard all day.
Awww, It's like a Stephin Merritt song: "The Vegan Who Missed Bacon."
Mmmm...vat grown meat...mmmm.
I'm getting hungry.
And really, it's all about consent. The day they make a pig that really wants to be eaten and they find a way to kill it without pain or fear, I'm going to eat pound of bacon.
Jen, I'm honestly not making light of your statement, but it made me giggle b/c I remembered my rant about commercials with anthropomorphized food -- I mean, take Charlie the Tuna from Starkist Tuna. Here we have a sentient fish that talks and wears a little hat and eyeglasses that call to mind Charles Nelson Reilly. But he talks, and hangs out, and knows other fish -- he's involved in the undersea community. BUT HE'S GOING TO BE LUNCH. And the thing is, he seems really happy to be Starkist tuna, which in turn makes him happy to be someone's future lunch, which would involve, one assumes, his death at the end of a hook. This is really disturbing.
Or the "Get Popcorn With REAL BUTTER!" clip that runs before movies -- these commando droplets of butter are going to great lengths to fling themselves onto a bucket of popcorn, to ensure that the viewer has REAL BUTTER, rather than whatever butter-flavored grease product other movie theaters use. But in doing so, they're GOING TO BE EATEN, which means they're going to die! And they seem really happy about it.
I don't like knowing that my food is (1) sentient, (2) suicidal, and (3) happy about its impending death. It feels too much like cannibalism.
And to illustrate how freaky anthropomorphized food is, I offer you this picture, which is an actual watermelon box at my local grocery store: [link]
I mean, look how happy they are! And they're holding slices of watermelon! That would be like me holding up a human leg, and smacking my lips. Freaky, y'all.