Monday, April 18, 2011
As I was in the process of looking for blogging fodder this morning, a Carolyn Hax column, addressed to a vegan in a tizzy over her husband's newly-acquired taste for meat, caught my eye. Not only is Hax's advice generally in the right direction, amounting to something like, "respect his right to make up his own mind," but the reader may enjoy, as a bonus, seeing a "compassionate" vegan having her own head handed back to her on a platter:
I can point out, though, that for all your reverence for animals, you're not showing much respect for the mammal you married. With my emphasis added, I'm going to give your words back to you: "How can someone I love not see the cruelty." Your love determines how someone else thinks?While just the question would be a thin reed on which to base the conclusion that the advice-seeker explicitly holds that all animals have rights, it is probably a safe bet that she does.
I appreciate your passion and sympathize with your predicament -- dramatic change in a spouse is difficult, no matter what form it takes -- but you need to take a couple of rhetorical steps back to your side of the personal responsibility line. He is entitled to his own principles, which includes the right to revisit, revise or reject them. [bold added]
The notion that all animals, rational or not, have rights requires that anyone holding it regard something other than reason as the basis for rights. This notion is fundamentally at odds with consistently respecting the (actual) rights or rational judgement of others. Is it really any wonder this couple is now having problems?
My desire to close some browser tabs will benefit any fellow egg lovers: Here's a definitive guide to boiling the perfect egg, and here's one for poaching. I have an egg poacher, but find cleaning it to be a hassle, so I might revisit the second link the next time I want Eggs Benedict.
No, I haven't seen the Atlas Shrugged movie, yet. SB likes it, with qualifications. Roger Ebert pans it, but, to his credit, restricts his criticism to the film's artistic merits. On HBL, Harry Binswanger has reviewed it a couple of times, once from the standpoint of having just seen it with expectations lowered to account for the context of the making of the movie -- and again more on artistic merits. I'm leaning towards viewing it on DVD at some point, but feel no strong urge to do so right away.
This blog posting on "Living in the Zone" brought back the amusing memory of how the drawing on my blog's masthead came into being. (Hmmm. Need to update the old FAQ since I retired Mo from the address bar and the submarine being torpedoed from my comment posts some time ago...) But, yes, I, too am "a total jerk when I'm interrupted."
Ugh! Seeing Arsenal's last-second collapse against Liverpool yesterday was like watching an encapsulation of this season in one game: Promising start. Entertaining soccer. Too many passes and not enough goals. Mental weakness snatching a draw from the jaws of victory. Some worry that the team's new American owner might change the culture of the club too much, but given that the object of the game is to score more goals than the opponent, would that be such a terrible thing? I'd like to be able to watch a game without screaming, "Think of the goal as a passing target!" at the set...