Mark Zuckerberg and me

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Seems I have a lot in common with the founder of Facebook. He’s young, famous, and unfathomably rich. I’m … well …

Okay, maybe “a lot” overstates it. But when the one thing you have in common is that you’re slitting the throats of animals, it seems like more than if, say, you’re both Libras.

My turkey killing

It was, apparently, a pig roast that triggered Zuckerberg’s decision to eat only what he kills. He hosted the party, and a number of his guests told him that, “even though they loved eating pork, they really didn’t want to think about the fact that the pig used to be alive.”

When I read that, my first thought was, didn’t their mothers ever tell them that when you are invited to a pig roast you don’t tell your host that the whole concept is, on some level, icky? Manners, people!

My second thought was that, if you can’t even think about the fact that your meat was once an animal, you are a class-A sissy.

“That just seemed irresponsible to me,” was what Zuckerberg thought.

Well said, Mr. Zuckerberg.

I don’t believe killing an animal is a moral prerequisite for eating one, but thinking about an animal just might be. And, really, I think that sets the bar pretty low. Acknowledge that an animal gave its life for your barbecue, and consider what kind of life an animal raised for meat ought to have.

I think it’s perfectly reasonable to believe that killing animals for meat is moral, but to be unwilling to kill an animal yourself. For most of my 48 years, that was my stance. The only reason I have now become willing is that, if I weren’t, Kevin would have to do all the dirty work, and that’s not fair. I’ve chosen a life that brings me and my food face to face. In doing so, I’ve waived my right to have someone else do my killing.

Mark Zuckerberg, if you’re reading this (ha!), I have a question for you.

Do you like duck?

We have a flock of 6 pekin ducks, scheduled to go to the Cone of Silence in the third week of June. There will be six throats that need to be slit, carefully so the esophagus and trachea are left intact and the bird bleeds out with minumum pain and distress. There will also be duck for dinner.

You’re invited.

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Comments

  1. I started a long winded comment because i essentially agree with you, so I’ll cut it short and just say that we’d probably all be a lot healthier if we did think about our food having been alive once, and caring more about how it lived and how it died. We’d probably eat better too.

    I know I do, because I’m a hell of a lot more careful with the ground beef from our quarter steer that averaged out to $5.65 a pound than I would be if I’d only paid $3.79 a pound for it at the grocery store.

    I have a greater reverence for food in general since I started gardening, too.

  2. Several folks sent me messages in the past few days, with links to this Zuckerberg story. The story should, I think, lay to rest any lingering doubts about the growing interest in “mindful carnivory.” Something is definitely moving in the zeitgeist!

  3. martha in mobile says:

    I made that same decision 25 years ago, and thus became a vegetarian because I was too chicken (ha!) to kill an animal…until I became pregnant and obsessed with the protein needs of my child. And my husband became an inveterate bbq man. So we eat meat on the weekends, raise happy chickens, and use every scrap to show respect to our food source.

  4. I’m a vegetarian for the same reason! They don’t allow (despite some lobbying) chickens in the town I live in, I’m too lazy to hunt and I hate what I’ve seen of factory farming. It’s hideous. I have no issue with those who hunt or buy meat from humane, sustainable sources, but I haven’t found one nearby other than Whole Foods and it’s pretty darn expensive. Lentils, they are my friend.

    Now, my husband is thinking we should move to the East coast and I could be talked into digging for shellfish…

    I LOVE that you can fish, raise fowl and are attempting to hunt! Really, I don’t know how you have the time to attempt hydroponics as well.

  5. That’s quite a turn of the phrase… “Cone of silence.” Looks like quite a purposeful, well-designed device. Much more civilized than the chopping and flopping I remember the poultry experiencing when I was growing up on the farm. (Well, hobby farm, at least.)”

    It may not be practical for everyone to hunt or kill their own meat. But I agree, awareness is good. If people eat meat but are against hunting (or even, for that matter, horrified by this blog post), then there’s definitely a disconnect somewhere.

    If Mark takes you up on your offer, his dinner that night will be both fresh and delicious. I’m guessing he’ll go for that one second from the left.