Don’t get me wrong. I don’t eat flowers. Although, I might give it some thought.
My brother and I were watching reruns of CSI. Yes, the one with Ted Danson (the guy from ‘Cheers’) and a whole lot of different casts. Well, I’m digressing. But there was this instance where Sara (played by Jorja Fox) says “The victim went to a place where he eats whale meat… Immorally.” Huwell, my brother got me thinking. Dialogue went like this;
Bro: Why’s it immoral [to eat whale meat]?
Me: Coz they’re getting extinct.
Bro: What about pigs? Aren’t they [getting extinct]?
Me: They wouldn’t get extinct. There are people who grow and feed them so they wouldn’t get extinct and we all could still eat adobo (a Filipino delicacy).
That right there got me thinking. How are pigs different than whales? Aside from the obvious (their size and their habitat), I don’t see anything different about them.
The perception we have been accustomed and displayed by our society makes us see these two creatures as different. Like what I said (see dialogue), there are hog raisers who raise pigs to sustain our supply and demand. Don’t get me wrong, I eat red meat. But the talk with my brother got me thinking. Why are animals treated differently than others?
Which reminds me of my quirk.
In the Philippines (where I live), every time there is a celebration (fiesta, birthday, anniversaries,etc.), households would throw parties and invite friends and relatives. The main attraction on the buffet table is the lechon. One day, I saw Daisy on the table charred and lifeless. Knives cutting on her flesh. People too eager to sink their teeth on what she offered.
Daisy was my neighbor. We became friends when I was about five. It was the time of my life when everything was possible. Every time I wake up, I’d go to her place and feed and talk to her. We would even sing together. Daisy was a pig. She was literally a pig.
Ever since then, I can never eat lechon without it being quartered. Coz I don’t want to see Daisy.
But I still eat meat.