I don’t eat liver. Doesn’t matter what animal it came from, it is literally the body’s filter, and I’m not putting that in my mouth. Unsurprisingly, a large portion of humanity does not share my distaste for consuming fleshy contaminant processors. Take foie gras, for example. It’s a special kind of gross, prepared organ, which Wikipedia describes as “the liver of a duck or goose that has been specially fattened.” Thing is, “specially fattened” is a euphemism for “force fed with a metal tube.”
This was brought to my attention recently, as a student from my school was recently arrested for secretly recording video from inside a foie gras farm, and, allegedly, stealing some ducks. She’s facing up to seven years in prison for this.
Now, I am a meat eater. I love meat, hell, I evolved to eat meat, as did the rest of you (assuming all of our dear readers are human). That being said, I don’t like meaty foods that require inhumane treatment of the animal that material’s coming from. It’s why I don’t touch veal. I think an animal should get to live its life like an animal, with its own kind, moving around, eating, sleeping, having sex… If the meal in question requires that an animal be pumped full of chemicals and locked in a box to restrict its movement to keep it tender, I will have none of that.
In general, the issue of “animal rights” is a tricky one, for a variety of reasons. Mainly, because our use of animals is almost ubiquitous across every area of our lives. We eat their meat, we ride on their backs, we drink their milk, we feed them to our other animal friends… It’s hard to step back and reconsider something so inextricably incorporated into our lives. And of course, there are other things that make the topic a sour one for many…
Go home, PETA.
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