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hollyblueagate:
i don’t know how to explain this if you don’t know it firsthand but there is no exaggeration something about mentioning you have a pet that’s not a cat/dog that just activates the sleeper agent in some people and makes them say some weird serial killer shit out of nowhere. if you have a ball python or a rat or a chicken or something you’re gonna eventually have a conversation where the other person follows that with a story about how once they killed something similar with a shovel as if its a funny and relatable story
The weird corollary to this is the people who don’t know how to stop doing that when it’s like… not shocking. It just makes it so transparent what it’s really about, and it’s maddening.
I work in a NYS 5a-certified slaughterhouse on my sister’s farm. We raise animals for meat, among other things. I am a poultry eviscerator. I spend every other Tuesday all summer literally up to my elbows in offal. I mean… it’s not cute and it’s not subtle and there’s no illusions there about what the heck is going on.
Every time, I mean every single time, the farm Facebook page posts a photo of one of the animals– every time!!!– someone, invariably a man for some reason (you know why), will within the first five comments, comment something about “Tasty!” or “bacon!” or “yummy!” as if that were somehow shocking to say.
These posts are advertisements, often, encouraging you to buy a pork share, or reserve your chickens today, or… like… buy meat.
You know these guys are used to commenting shit like that on people’s pets. You just know it, and it’s fucking gross. But like… (stop reading if you don’t want to think about just what goes on in a slaughterhouse, I won’t blame you one bit.) when I’m making a post like that with my hands all pruney from being in the wet interior of animals all slaughter day, and like I notice I’ve still got dried blood up by my elbow where I didn’t wash far enough, and there’s definitely actual shit in my hair… like… I have clearly already made my peace with these life choices. So you’re not going to shock me. I promise, I am well fucking aware of where bacon comes from.
And if I’m not shocked, then it just points out what an entirely banal and stupid thing to say that was. Like… why… would you… bother saying that? It’s so boring, and repetitive! Shut the fuck up, edgelord, you’re an idiot. Shocking people for a cheap power thrill is just fucking dumb and never more transparently so than when the instinct is misapplied like this.
I log in on my personal account sometimes and call them on it, but mostly I don’t because that sort of person is not prone to personal reflection. I wish I could make them see how dumb they are, because I know they’re gonna go find some poor sweet young thing with pet chickens and do it there next, and I wish I could spare them. I love pet chickens, I had them as a kid, I’d have been devastated as a kid if someone had said that kind of shit about my pets. I don’t live like that now and I don’t have that kind of love to spare anymore, but by God, I once did and remember it well, and why do people have to be assholes to the kids who still have love in their hearts?
Listen buddy I spent all day yanking the guts out of things and getting shit and blood all over me, if I catch you saying serial killer shit to somebody about their pet I will throw chicken intestines at you.
Also, I’m very good with a knife.
hollyblueagate:
i don’t know how to explain this if you don’t know it firsthand but there is no exaggeration something about mentioning you have a pet that’s not a cat/dog that just activates the sleeper agent in some people and makes them say some weird serial killer shit out of nowhere. if you have a ball python or a rat or a chicken or something you’re gonna eventually have a conversation where the other person follows that with a story about how once they killed something similar with a shovel as if its a funny and relatable story
The weird corollary to this is the people who don’t know how to stop doing that when it’s like… not shocking. It just makes it so transparent what it’s really about, and it’s maddening.
I work in a NYS 5a-certified slaughterhouse on my sister’s farm. We raise animals for meat, among other things. I am a poultry eviscerator. I spend every other Tuesday all summer literally up to my elbows in offal. I mean… it’s not cute and it’s not subtle and there’s no illusions there about what the heck is going on.
Every time, I mean every single time, the farm Facebook page posts a photo of one of the animals– every time!!!– someone, invariably a man for some reason (you know why), will within the first five comments, comment something about “Tasty!” or “bacon!” or “yummy!” as if that were somehow shocking to say.
These posts are advertisements, often, encouraging you to buy a pork share, or reserve your chickens today, or… like… buy meat.
You know these guys are used to commenting shit like that on people’s pets. You just know it, and it’s fucking gross. But like… (stop reading if you don’t want to think about just what goes on in a slaughterhouse, I won’t blame you one bit.) when I’m making a post like that with my hands all pruney from being in the wet interior of animals all slaughter day, and like I notice I’ve still got dried blood up by my elbow where I didn’t wash far enough, and there’s definitely actual shit in my hair… like… I have clearly already made my peace with these life choices. So you’re not going to shock me. I promise, I am well fucking aware of where bacon comes from.
And if I’m not shocked, then it just points out what an entirely banal and stupid thing to say that was. Like… why… would you… bother saying that? It’s so boring, and repetitive! Shut the fuck up, edgelord, you’re an idiot. Shocking people for a cheap power thrill is just fucking dumb and never more transparently so than when the instinct is misapplied like this.
I log in on my personal account sometimes and call them on it, but mostly I don’t because that sort of person is not prone to personal reflection. I wish I could make them see how dumb they are, because I know they’re gonna go find some poor sweet young thing with pet chickens and do it there next, and I wish I could spare them. I love pet chickens, I had them as a kid, I’d have been devastated as a kid if someone had said that kind of shit about my pets. I don’t live like that now and I don’t have that kind of love to spare anymore, but by God, I once did and remember it well, and why do people have to be assholes to the kids who still have love in their hearts?
Listen buddy I spent all day yanking the guts out of things and getting shit and blood all over me, if I catch you saying serial killer shit to somebody about their pet I will throw chicken intestines at you.
Also, I’m very good with a knife.
