the Poetics of Pork
Did anyone else notice this weird and philosophically troubling headline in Wednesday’s P-I?
PIGS: Facing the reality that they are created to die
The article (which profiles a litter of little piglets destined for the table at Brasa) goes on to describe baby pig meat as “almost creamy,” and to say, “Deliberately, the piglets are not given names.” The sad dichotomy of being both adorable and delicious. I like it.