Ew. Not if I knew how it was killed. And I realize that in the end it really makes no difference, the duck is just as dead. And I've eaten blood sausage and sauces made with blood so that isn't a factor. I've even killed and dressed my own meat. I'm not sure what about this is squicking me so much, but it does. Maybe it's the glee with which it's all produced. If I ritualize meat-eating at all, it's to respect the fact that the creature lost its life to feed me and to thank it for that.
I think it's less the manner in which they're killed that bothers me and more the... *making helpless hand gestures*.
*thinking*
As I said before, I think it's the *glee*. Oh, goody, we're going to strangle a duckling, get the fireworks, one million, isn't that *moving*? It's entirely possible I could read another version of this story and feel perfectly okay about it. I'm still not quite sure what it is I'm reacting to. Must ponder some more.
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Date: 2003-04-30 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-30 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-30 02:54 pm (UTC)*thinking*
As I said before, I think it's the *glee*. Oh, goody, we're going to strangle a duckling, get the fireworks, one million, isn't that *moving*? It's entirely possible I could read another version of this story and feel perfectly okay about it. I'm still not quite sure what it is I'm reacting to. Must ponder some more.