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I went to an Oriental food store with my mom today, after class let out.
They have soft-shelled turtles in tanks there. I felt awful about them; they were clawing at the glass. I kept having this sense that I should have done something.
They also had live crabs, and my mom picked one of them because when she reached in with tongs it stood up and grabbed the tongs in both claws. "It's feisty!" she said.
The crabs will be boiled alive tonight.
Sometimes I consider the ethics of meat eating versus vegetarianism. Sometimes I think I have too much empathy; I feel terrible about fish suffocating in buckets and I don't like the majority of comedy. I don't feel like this over the meat I eat, since I never see it alive. It's distanced from me, it's not remotely like a living animal anymore. But meat desperately does not want to die.
I know this is how the world works, and I'll never be a vegetarian. But sometimes I think I should be one.
They have soft-shelled turtles in tanks there. I felt awful about them; they were clawing at the glass. I kept having this sense that I should have done something.
They also had live crabs, and my mom picked one of them because when she reached in with tongs it stood up and grabbed the tongs in both claws. "It's feisty!" she said.
The crabs will be boiled alive tonight.
Sometimes I consider the ethics of meat eating versus vegetarianism. Sometimes I think I have too much empathy; I feel terrible about fish suffocating in buckets and I don't like the majority of comedy. I don't feel like this over the meat I eat, since I never see it alive. It's distanced from me, it's not remotely like a living animal anymore. But meat desperately does not want to die.
I know this is how the world works, and I'll never be a vegetarian. But sometimes I think I should be one.
