I grew up eating chicken on the bone, and it was just understood that you eat around the gristly bits. I guess eating nothing but nuggets and tenders warps your sense of what food is.
I grew up eating chicken on the bone, and it was just understood that you eat around the gristly bits. I guess eating nothing but nuggets and tenders warps your sense of what food is.
Sentient being is a very flimsy and arbitrary definition.
To me veganism is just another attempt to be on a high horse of morality and look down upon those who dont follow your values as evil, basically a kind christianity.
The grossing out is purely subconscious thought about this reality. Of course, for those that do enjoy even the cringy bits, this thought is pushed even further deep down. There is not much difference between closing the eyes and eating what ever is kept in the mouth purely relying on sense of taste and opening the eyes and eating a living thing when the sense of taste is dominating everything else.
Without having done the butchering myself -- I've seen my meal walking around a couple hours before eating it, and thought about the living animal while I was eating its dead body. That's not really a thought that's "pushed down". I seriously doubt the farmers I'm eating with, who actually are killing the animal and taking it apart, have any difficulty at all with the facts of what they're doing. (Of course, on the other end, people who work in commercial-scale meat processing plants do sometimes have issues with it, but that's a very different environment.)
There is an argument that we should feel disgusted, that there should be a flinching away or buried horror to eating meat, but should does not always result in is or does.
All we can do is educate consumers about the benefits of a whole food plant-based (WFPB) diet.
I challenge anyone to watch both The Dominion [1] and Forks Over Knives [2], and not walk away from the experience at least semi-curious about WFPB.
The weird thing is, my mom was from Pennsylvania German culture and had been raised to eat all kinds of off cuts. So in theory, I should have learned from her. I guess my family got caught up in some kind of wider American zeitgeist about food (probably the same one that foisted Red Delicious apples and white eggs on us).