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My father brought home a lobster.
I decided to take pictures of it before he cooked it. I do stuff like that.
Well, in the process of sitting on the floor taking a good long look at this really weird looking little creature while it bubbled and clicked at me and wiggled its eye stalks when I tapped on its shell, I became horribly horribly sad.

My father is cooking it right now.
I was never an ideological vegetarian. In fact, they sort of annoy me with their frequent (if not constant) ribbing about the pain and suffering of the animals and their snide remarks in the presence of meat eaters. (and no, not all ideological vegetarians are like that, I know...) I just don't eat meat because I don't like meat.

But it's going to be a good long while before I eat anything with a face again. This really got to me in some odd but definitive way.


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Jul. 3rd, 2002 11:22 pm (UTC)
back when I was 9 and lived in maryland, we had just finished eating dinner at an el torito, and we were walking down in DC'ish area by the water, and this guy gave me a crab, cuz it was the closing time and they well i forget why, but i thought it was real cute! and it got into a lil plastic bag and i watched it on the way home. in the car. i wanted it to be my new pet. we get home then he told me it was gonna die and somehow convinced me it would die so we should cook it so it would be out of its misery
i disagreed for a looong time then it happened he convinced me and it cooked, and I cried my eyes out. I can totally relate to your lobster story.
Jul. 4th, 2002 12:56 pm (UTC)
Uhm, did it scream when you put it in the pot of boiling water? (or do only crabs scream?
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