aTypical Joe: a gay New Yorker living in the rural South
Thursday, February 24, 2005
I say eat him
Dean’s World didn’t comment. Gay Orbit calls it the most disturbing site ever. I agree that the site’s pretty odious, but I have no problem with cooking the rabbit (sorry Jen).
It’s a nonsense variation on a theme that has been done before. This one made me go back and revisit An Animal’s Place by Michael Pollan, a November 10, 2002 New York Times Magazine cover story:
There’s a schizoid quality to our relationship with animals, in which sentiment and brutality exist side by side. Half the dogs in America will receive Christmas presents this year, yet few of us pause to consider the miserable life of the pig—an animal easily as intelligent as a dog—that becomes the Christmas ham.
We tolerate this disconnect because the life of the pig has moved out of view. When’s the last time you saw a pig? (Babe doesn’t count.) Except for our pets, real animals—animals living and dying—no longer figure in our everyday lives. Meat comes from the grocery store, where it is cut and packaged to look as little like parts of animals as possible. The disappearance of animals from our lives has opened a space in which there’s no reality check, either on the sentiment or the brutality. Several years ago, the English critic John Berger wrote an essay, ‘’Why Look at Animals?’’ in which he suggested that the loss of everyday contact between ourselves and animals—and specifically the loss of eye contact—has left us deeply confused about the terms of our relationship to other species. That eye contact, always slightly uncanny, had provided a vivid daily reminder that animals were at once crucially like and unlike us; in their eyes we glimpsed something unmistakably familiar (pain, fear, tenderness) and something irretrievably alien. Upon this paradox people built a relationship in which they felt they could both honor and eat animals without looking away.
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I look my dogs in the eye. Read the article. It deserves another look.
