It’s moral concerns that stop me from eating people as it is, not some sense of being squicked by it. If I was in a situation where I had a good excuse? Hey, I’m culinarily adventurous.
I’d do anything to survive.
I don’t know if I would (how about that?). I certainly wouldn’t want to, but circumstance has forced me to do a lot of things I didn’t want.
Almost certainly. After I get over my initial squeemishness I’d be like “Is it white wine or red whine with Jimmy?”
Dammit, didn’t mean “whine” of course.
Yep. I wouldn’t feel traumatized about it either – or, not about the eating someone part anyway. I daresay I’d be traumatized by the stranded-somewhere-without-food part, and the some-of-my-traveling-companions-didn’t-survive part, not to mention the actually-having-to-cut-up-and-cook-someone-I-know-and/or-love part. I’d probably hold out a while, if I could, just because of the daunting prospect of preparing the meat. But I’d do it if I had to, and I wouldn’t feel guilty (or traumatized) about it. In fact, I’ve already told both my kids that, if we were ever in this situation and I was the one who died, they had better eat me to survive, or I’d come back and haunt them!
I’d eat the dead guy. Especially if I could roast him on a rude spit, basting him in his own fat. Yummers!
(Note to self: When fly next, bring 5lb bag of salt.)
Band name?
Or is it too much like They Might Be Giants?
From the BBC’s “On This Day” for 22 Dec 1972:
“The group confirmed that they ate human flesh at a press conference two days later.”
Was this just a demonstration? Or were the reporters served canapés? Perhaps a carving station?
Sure thing, but not before I check the area for a George Foreman Grill first.
There’s nothing quite like taking the show on tour, is there?
Is there any Lawry’s Seasoned Salt handy?
I wouldn’t be able to do it. I hate watching Fear Factor when they have to eat something disgusting. I’m a very picky eater anyways. Given the choice, I would just go lie down somewhere with a great view and wait til my time came.
Me and Fido would eat long pork.
If I could slather it with some Sonny’s Sweet Barbecue Sauce, I would most likely eat anything.
If it was a matter of starving to death or eating human flesh when there was a dead body handy, I’d chow down without a second thought.*
But if there weren’t any bodies handy, I wouldn’t kill someone to feed myself. If there were a group of us stranded, I’d ask for volunteers to go under the knife to feed the group. … and if some of my loved one’s were in the group and there were no other volunteers, I’d volunteer myself.
- Heck, I’d probably only go hungry for one meal before I’d start the BBQ going.
No. There’s worse things than dying. Resorting to cannibalism is one of them, IMHO.
Hell yes. Meat is meat.
So, that brings up a question. Are humans really supposed to taste like chicken? Are we white meat or dark meat?
I’m not sure that letting fido get a taste for manflesh when food is scarce is a good idea. Dogs can scavenge. The last thing I would want is fido to start viewing me as a “snack in waiting”. Besides, fido needs to go hunt for his food so he leans out a bit 
I’m all for eating the airline attendant…dead or alive.
What? We’re alone and we both have needs.
That is how you get Kuru.
[nitpick]rugby team[/nitpick]