#aught

We cut the throat of a calf and hang it up by the heels to bleed to death so that our veal cutlet may be white; we nail geese to a board and cram them with food because we like the taste of liver disease; we tear birds to pieces to decorate our women's hats; we mutilate domestic animals for no reason at all except to follow an instinctively cruel fashion; and we connive at the most abominable tortures in the hope of discovering some magical cure for our own diseases by them. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#carnivore #carnivores #diet #health #meat

The Dieter's Daughter Mom's got this taco guy's poem taped to the fridge, some ode to celery, which she is always eating. The celery, I mean, not the poem which talks about green angels and fragile corsets. I don't get it, but Mom says by the time she reads it she forgets she's hungry. One stalk for breakfast, along with half a grapefruit, or a glass of aloe vera juice, you know that stuff that comes from cactus, and one stalk for lunch with some protein drink that tastes like dried placenta, did you know that they put cow placenta in make-up, face cream, stuff like that? Yuck. Well, Mom says it's never too early to wish you looked different, which means I got to eat that crap too. Mom says: your body is a temple, not the place all good twinkies go to. Mom says: that boys remember girls that're slender. Mom says that underneath all this fat there's a whole new me, one I'd really like if only I gave myself the chance. Mom says: you are what you eat, which is why she eats celery, because she wants to be thin, not green or stringy, of course-- am I talking too fast?-- but thin as paper like the hearts we cut out and send to ourselves, don't tell anyone, like the hearts of gold melons we eat down to the bitter rind. ↗

— Anita Endrezze

#mothers-and-daughters #patriarchy #poetry #women #diet

We dreamed together of the world remade. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#daughter-of-smoke-and-bone #madrigal #dreams

How do we know we're not people in a movie?' she asked. I looked at her not knowing how to reply. Mama, [...] how do we know that things are real?' Great. Now we have a junior existentialist in the house. Well, we don't know. We just have to hope that what we think is real is real.' But how do we know?' she asked, insistently. Ah, a scientist, who wants empirical evidence. We don't know. We just have to hope.' Mama, how do we know things aren't a dream? You know, how sometimes life feels like a dream? Do you ever feel that way?' Yes, sweetie, I feel that way all the time. ↗

— Julie Metz

#daughter #dreams #life #mother #reality

To be a philosopher, just reverse everything you have ever been told...and have a sense of humor doing it. ↗

— Criss Jami

#challenging #challenging-authority #comedian #comedic #comedy

You know, I've taught philosophy for years and one argues in the hypothetical all the time. ↗

— Bill Bennett

#i #know #philosophy #taught #time

It helps when 1 can send the children off to their fathers so I can support my new book with a national publicity tour. I started writing the book when my daughter was 5. It took me almost four years. ↗

— Meg Tilly

#book #children #daughter #fathers #four

My father invented a cure for which there was no disease and unfortunately my mother caught it and died of it. ↗

— Victor Borge

#caught #cure #died #disease #father

The 20th century taught us how far unbridled evil can and will go when the world fails to confront it. It is time that we heed the lessons of the 20th century and stand up to these murderers. It is time that we end genocide in the 21st century. ↗

— Allyson Schwartz

#21st century #century #confront #end #evil

God is in the sadness and the laughter, in the bitter and the sweet. ↗

— Neale Donald Walsch

#god #laughter #sadness #sweet