Archive for December, 2012

Safe to love, not safe to love…

December 29, 2012

So we are clear: I don’t write about signs because I’m too stupid to realise that if I just posted pictures of cute animals I could have much more traffic to my blog.

It’s not like I don’t have ACCESS to cute animals.

See?

That’s a Cow and Calf in Nature’s Valley. Cute, right?

 

Og Moma! "Stay away from my baby" says that eye.

Og Moma! “Stay away from my baby” says that eye.

And here’s a ginger cat that will only drink mineral water.

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This kitty at Wild Spirit Backpackers only drinks from the spring water tap. Such a clever kitty.

And here’s a lonely calf whose momma has been taken away…

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Free range. But lonely! Don’t get too attached though.

Awwww. CUTE. This little calf hasn't figured out that it can't have it both ways and keeps trying to scratch its own head with its hoof while drinking.

Awwww. CUTE. This little calf hasn’t figured out that it can’t have it both ways and keeps trying to scratch its own head with its hoof while grazing.

What's for sale? Is that a real kitty?

What’s for sale? Is that a real kitty?

It's a real cute kitty! In a basket. I have no idea what we did with these before we had the internet.

It’s a real cute kitty! In a basket. I have no idea what we did with these before we had the internet.

Awwwwwww…. cute. And with cuteness, of course, comes Jean Barker’s Little Lecture on Hypocrisy, customized for your displeasure.

That calf won’t have her momma for long. Even on a nice, organic farm, the male calves get taken away and fattened for slaughter, and the females get weaned and turned into milk cows asap.

Thinking about this, I realized why most Americans (as the most extreme example – it’s a general western thing) mind so much if you kill a dog and don’t give a fuck if you torture, and then inhumanely transport and slaughter, 10 million cows a day to McDonalds, Burger King and In ‘n Out: They / we maybe, have been taught that it’s safe to love dogs because they won’t be farmed for their meat. And cats are also Safe to Love, because although cats would happily farm humans for meat given half a chance, we aren’t going to eat cats, because they taste like crap. Same reason we don’t eat penguins. Dogs survive by sucking up big time.

And they know it’s unsafe to grow emotionally attached to a cow or a chicken or a pig (or allow your kids to) because that cute cow is gonna cop it. Self interest, as usual, explains our so-called morals.

So Americans call the Koreans and Chinese barbaric for eating dog, or become furious / feel nauseous when they see Cheval on the menu in France. Why can’t people see past the things they’ve been taught to feel and realise that feelings are not an indicator of right and wrong? Does the fact that I can love dogs AND consider eating them make me a psychopath – or the only sane person I know?

 

Alcoholic slush puppy at my favourite movie theater.

December 19, 2012

After America’s family-friendly diet of fat and corn syrup and fake sweetener at the movies it’s good to be back in South Africa, where The Labia, my favourite little indie cinema, is screening The Oranges, that doccie about Sushi, The Hobbit (yeah, odd), and various other more indie films whose names I don’t remember but am smug to say I can pronounce. And in in case you’ve had a stressful day, or a great day, you might want to add a shot of vodka to your slush puppy – which is what we call those ice drinks here in SA.

Celebrate the results of the ANC's internal candidate election of Ramaphosa for Deputy with this cooling summer cocktail and a pretentioius movie from France. Ah, the pleasures of being a member of the African bourgeoisie.

Celebrate the results of the ANC’s internal candidate election of Ramaphosa for Deputy with this cooling summer cocktail and a pretentioius movie from France. Ah, the pleasures of being a member of the African bourgeoisie.


Rock on, my homeland. Also good news in the political arena. Although Zuma’s back for another term, which I’m sure he’ll use to consolidate his theft of millions from South Africa’s poor, there’s a chance Ramaphosa will be our next president, in 2019. He may not be perfect but he’s got to be less of an embarrassment than the guy we got right now.