
Secret Lives of Women
I'm addicted to the DVR. I record every Uncommon Threads, Knitty Gritty, First 48, and I'll randomly record the Backyardigans for the boys. I saw the previews for the above episode of "Secret lives of women" and hit the DVR button. I was really intrigued by the Scientologist and Hare Kristna (religon is one of my favorite things) but it's the damned VEGAN that got me.
There I was, folding clothes and watching that show when clips of turkey farms, battery hens (the egg makers) and the vegan's commentary started. She cried when she showed her non-veg roommates the footage of the the turkey farms. They sorta giggled while I empathized. You don't know why you care, you just do. Every time I think about eating meat I see an episode of Anthony Bourdain in Columbia- a scene where they give that damned chicken a shot of alcohol before they kill it and eat it. One second it's "Hey! There's a drunk chicken! How funny and cute! " and then it's "Yum! He was good!". I can't get that scene out of my head.
So no more eggs or dairy for me. Yuck. Just can't do it knowing how it got to my plate.


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