Mom loved meat possibly more than I do. She would eat pretty much anything with no hesitation or apologies. She thought I was picky because I drew the line at baby animals, land animals without feet, aquatic animals with feet, squidgy critters, organ meat, feet, brains, or naughty bits.
I took particular exception to cute little animals and, when I was around vegans/vegetarians a lot, I questioned the eating of animals at all.
Mom was unimpressed by any objections.
ME: We just watched BABE. How can you sit there and eat a pig?
MOM: It was born to be eaten.
Being eaten is its manifest destiny.
Um, no, Mom, that would be Shmoo.
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