in the midst of pleasure, I cannot forget their pain. I
was at a women's tea, where everything around me was truly
beautiful. Gorgeous, Victorian classics. I had a lovely
time. We ate a five course tea, every course full of dairy.
There was beautiful music playing, and then the hostess
sang and played the piano and entertained us. As she sat
singing, all I could picture was this opulence contrasted
to the way these poor animals live and die. I pictured a
veal crate in the corner by the piano, a mommy cow looking
longingly into the crate from where I sat. She just wants
her baby...so we can eat dairy.
course I realized I was the only one in the room having
any such thoughts. No one else knew or cared what the cows
give up so we can eat dairy. And what the chained dogs give
up so we can pretend we like animals. Or what the deer give
up so a man can feel manly. Ugg, killed me a deer today,
let's have some venison. 'It's not venison, my dear, it's
a dead creature who was gorgeous two hours ago.'
I went home and made love to my boyfriend in the afternoon.
I tried not to think about the calves in the veal crates.
I pushed aside the memories of the chained pit I saw yesterday...."
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