Related mini - tangent …
In college back in the Olden Dayes we once invited the girls from the apartment next door over for a cookout. Stereotypically, all four boys had hamburgers or steak and all four girls brought various chicken parts.
I was dissecting my medium rare sirloin & chatting with my favorite neighbor who was eating a chicken breast with rib meat & ribs attached. This was back before Tyson had discovered the “boneless skinless” or “tender” portions of standard chicken anatomy.
She chided me for eating meat. I pointed out that my uniform slab of red fibrous stuff could have been squirted out of a machine at a factory; there was nothing about it to show it had once been part of an animal. Her meal on the other hand …
I proceeded to give a quick anatomy lesson on all the skeleton parts and cartilages in her meal, and how they were similar to the ones located here, here, and here on myself. Clearly *she *was the one eating an animal. And a pretty hefty percentage of one to boot.
She didn’t finish her meal, and needless to say I didn’t get lucky.
Seemed logical enough to me at the time. Sheesh, what are you gonna do with some folks?