This is a video of a seal getting startled.
The human recording seems tedious, but I love the video nonetheless.
This is a video of a seal getting startled.
The human recording seems tedious, but I love the video nonetheless.
I learned this on cracked.com! I don’t remember how long ago it was, but I wonder if they had a similar source.
For the immediate future, I will assume that “Chihuahua Taco” is a grammatically correct Spanish sentence.
Talk to that guy who recently posted about being exposed to Taco Bell for the first time.
Just because I’ve owned two Chihuahuas in my life doesn’t mean I approve of the franchise!
edit: Also, I don’t actually speak (or read or write) Spanish, so this is the only comment to which I can usefully respond. I have no actual ire toward you.
Everyone should have responded in Spanish.
I’m hungrier because I put so many calories into slapping.
Interesting, it still shows as deleted for me. I wonder if it’s the client.
In my previous post, I said I was allergic to crabs. I don’t actually know if that’s true, because I’ve never eaten one; the claim is based on the fact that all three of my siblings are - violently so - so I never felt the need to test it. Perhaps that’s why I’ve never explored the moral implications.
That said, many times I’ve seen the claim that most animals that become seafood don’t have nervous systems supporting feeling pain the way that we do. If my food didn’t suffer, that would be a comfort to me; however, I’m not sure I believe that claim (and especially not the moral excuse it tries to provide).
I have been with friends who fish in catch-and-release environments. The only time I participated in one, I was a child and didn’t really know what it entailed beforehand (and, to my relief, didn’t catch anything). If fish truly aren’t sentient and can’t feel pain, then there’s no reason to object; but the idea of being spiked through the cheek, pulled from my atmosphere, suffocating for a while and then being returned - with no comprehension of what happened - is pretty horrifying.
I know it was a long post, but I was just pontificating because I don’t have an objectively defensible answer to your question, other than perhaps if I ate crabs ever I’d feel more qualms. Truth be told, I don’t often feel those qualms about beef or chicken or other land bound meat, I just have more opportunity to.
That Chinese place sounds very upsetting, if real. Hopefully you still enjoyed the linked video.
Also, I see your instance is separate from mine, but given the recent drama over veganism on my instance perhaps we should exercise caution in our conversation!
Is that a thing that happens?
Perhaps you’re right.
I think the reason is eating parts I don’t normally eat. For example, I don’t usually eat eyes or bones. (I recognize that this conversation is about oysters, which don’t have bones (or maybe eyes, I’m not sure) in the way most animals I eat do, but my aversion extends beyond oysters.) Therefore, consumption of unusual (to me) body parts is upsetting, especially considering the lack of hygiene in many kitchens. For example, while I don’t, my wife enjoys shrimp and has pointed out the lack of poop removal in several restaurants. Sounds pretty gross to me.
I’ve never eaten lobster, so I’ve never had to point at a living creature and say “feed me that”; I’ve never gone the H2G2 route and selected a section of meat from a living animal; I have occasionally looked at a cut of meat and thought it used to be part of something living and felt brief revulsion, but it hasn’t yet stopped me from enjoying a meal. (That sounds like a sarcastic comment but wasn’t meant to be.)
I don’t eat crab because I’m allergic, but the idea doesn’t disgust me (Marylandian that I am), so I don’t think it’s metaphorical or literal distance from the creature that causes me to object.
I recognize the moral position of vegans and others who object to the consumption of meat. I don’t even necessarily disagree with them, other than that I don’t think there’s an objective morality in the universe. I just don’t like eating things that my upbringing did not teach me to think of as edible.
Two more basically irrelevant things that amuse me to mention:
I mean, that’s a fair assessment. Honestly, the main reasons it bothered me were:
If you’re not familiar with the second, I’d recommend not googling it as you’ll likely find some gruesome images. The page I linked does have one somewhat cartoonish depiction of the syndrome, fair warning, but no actual photos.
edit: Converted paragraphs to list format to avoid line break shenanigans.
This is the most unpleasant representation of cunnilingus I have ever encountered.
edit: Did you know that you can edit a deleted post to resurrect it? Apparently you can.
edit 2: I guess no one but me and maybe some mods will ever see this, but apparently that’s not true.
When we met, my then-not-wife referred to me as a reference sponge.
I don’t know how to answer this because I feel like the question mark is immediately addressed, heh.
I’m uncomfortable with contemplating the idea of oyster flesh.
Mayo belongs on no sandwich. I’ve never voluntarily chosen a sandwich with mayo and never enjoyed it on any I accidentally picked.
This is exciting news, but the abbreviation makes me want to go to the Amigara Fault.