Monday, May 7, 2007
One of the Many Signs of the Apocalypse
Or at least this should be. I felt sort of, vaguely, validated when I saw this site for the first time. Validated not so much in the general sense as in my feeling of horror when Red Lobster aired a commercial featuring a tracking shot of lobsters scampering rapidly across the ocean floor to the soundtrack "Nowhere to run to, baby....nowhere to hide." This from a former seafood lover. Anyway, for your perusal and comment, my friends, I offer this. If you dare.
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http://thetravisty.com/
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The romance languages distinguish between the animal and the dish (gallo/pollo, etc.). The linguistic barrier unfortunately crumbles somewhat in English (cattle/beef, pig/pork, but chicken/chicken).
Throwing one's self willfully over that boundary, as Suicide Animals so brilliantly documents, is distressing in the extreme. And yet, that which is distressing or distasteful for me, I find, often does extremely well in the marketplace. Sigh.
Don't forget Angela Carter's distinction between meat and flesh in the Sadean Woman.
I'm at home and you're at work. Grrrr. Come home: I miss you!
This is great info to know.
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