That’s okay. There are many people who only know their food as a bite-sized anonymous mass from the supermarket. who think that cows just give milk all the time. They don’t know how piglets are bred. That you can walk into any barn and see unfathomable suffering in every corner. Who have never heard of forceful impregnation, confinement crates, premature separation, tail docking, mulesing, torture breeding, teeth clipping, CO2 chambers, castration, steroid growth, veal crates, tethering, weaning rings, induced moulting, sheep dipping… and we haven’t even started on the illegal cruelties.
In this state of blissful ignorance, you might regard someone who associates eating a steak with rape as crazy.
I used to be like this too. And to be honest, there are times when I wish I could return to it and just dismiss vegans with a downvote as exaggerating and annoying.
Are you me? I worked in a butcher’s shop after school. For me, it was like a job in any other factory, except that the clothes smelled a bit disgusting in the evening. Curing pork belly I never made any connection and didn’t feel any remorse. I was happy to have quick and cheap access to meat. Eating meat was part of the identity in my circle of friends.
The pendulum only swung around when I lived among complete strangers for a while. But I also realize that not everyone gets that chance in life.