Keyboard Philosopher

I can’t stand people who can’t accept the realities of what they eat. If you can’t eat a dead cow and admit to yourself that it is cow flesh, then you probably shouldn’t be eating it.

When I ate beef, I had no problem with the truth about what it was I ate. I’m sure, however, that every one of us knows one of those people who tries to shush anyone who mentions the piece of meat having once been an animal.

I’m not asserting that every time we eat we have to consider every disgusting reality of how the food was prepared, transported, or created, but I think you need to at least have come to grips with the general idea that your food was an animal if you are going to eat it. There’s obviously an ethical question there: whether or not it is morally right to support the killing of animals for consumption. And while I’m not going to try and tell anyone what the right answer is, it’s not acceptable to simply avoid asking.

You know, if there’s one thing I hate, it’s waiting for food. I don’t care what the food is or how nice the place is—it’s not worth it. I’d rather just leave for Wendy’s or something (at least it’s food). If I weren’t ready to eat, I wouldn’t be at a fricking restaurant! So either feed me or I’ll go eat elsewhere.