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Redefining the word suffering, one egg at a time.

While reading the slide show from Oprah's recent animal welfare extravaganza show, I came across an interesting quote from Julie Buckner, who was representing Californians for Safe Food. According to her, she opposes requiring that egg laying hens be provided with more space than a sheet of standard 8 x 11 paper because, "I don't want animals to suffer, but I don't want human beings to suffer either. And I really want to talk about the impact on people that this initiative has as well as the impact on animals."

This begs the question of what exactly she means when she suggests that treating hens better will cause people to suffer. Yes, I understand that giving hens more space will mean less hens, which will mean less eggs, or will mean more space, which will mean more costs, both of which will mean the cost of eggs goes up. And with eggs being at their most expensive in decades right now, what will the average consumer do!?

The answer is obvious: eat fewer eggs (or none at all). And is this really a form of suffering we should be concerned about? Isn't this akin to me claiming that I am suffering because I can't afford to purchase $120 Michael Kors rain boots. Sure, I can afford to buy $25 dollar Target rain boots, but I really like how the expensive boots look. They're not more functional, and they won't last longer, but GOD are they pretty. 

While the egg industry touts eggs as a "superfood", chock full of protein and other bodily goodies, what they don't mention in their "incredible edible egg" commercials is that there are cheaper, readily available alternatives. Tofu comes to mind. As do flax seeds, which you can add to almost anything. I can buy 12 oz. of tofu for .99 cents. The average carton of eggs is 24 oz. and costs around $3.00. The tofu is cheaper, much higher in protein and way lower in fat. You can do almost anything you can do with an egg with tofu, including scramble it. 

So how do we define suffering in the case of going eggless? Apparently, we define it as not being able to satisfy your taste buds, and not being able to clog your arteries with goo. Let's compare that to being shoved into a cage where you can't move, are covered in your own filth, go blind from ammonia fumes, have your body grow around the cage wires, and then are killed when you hit 2 years of age. That's like me comparing the 'suffering' I experience from my inability to purchase those sexy rain boots to the suffering of someone whose feet have frozen half off because they have no shoes. 

Julie Buckner also mentions that we already have the ability to choose to purchase cage free eggs. "We can either buy animal products, if we so choose, and we can buy them at the cheapest, most affordable, safest cost, or we can choose to pay more for cage-free, free-range eggs and pork and cattle. And that's a personal choice," she says. "But there will not be a choice after this Proposition 2." 

Maybe there shouldn't be a choice, Julie. Once upon a time, people could choose to beat their kids black and blue, or not to. We decided that maybe, just maybe, that wasn't a good choice to let people have because they didn't care if children were suffering. So we took that choice away. The world didn't end. Maybe taking away that choice resulted in a lot of parental suffering, but I think we all realize that the headaches caused by annoying children aren't even comparable to a broken arm caused by an angry parent. 

I do not eat eggs. I live on an income of about $14,000 a year, in one of the most expensive cities in the country. I am not suffering. The only impact not eating eggs has had that I can tell is that I don't buy eggs.

If you want to talk about the impact on egg farmers, let's also talk about the impact of companies like Tyson and how they, and not people who want compassion for sentient beings, are more responsible for the problems of egg farmers than anyone. Let's talk about how these conglomerates don't want to loose millions from their bottom line by stopping their torture of animals and their disrespect for people. 

If it wasn't so frustrating, the irony would be pretty funny.

I can find vegan food for my (omnivorous) dogs, but cannot for the life of me find vegetarian joint supplements for my (herbivorous) horse. 

Remember me?

Forgive me, internet.

I seriously never meant to take a summer-long hiatus, but somehow all that time from June through September flew by without me noticing. I woke up last week and did a double take at the calendar; October already.

In addition to starting what will hopefully be my last year as an undergraduate, I've started working in one of the psychology labs on our campus. It's something one does when one wants to get into a PhD program, and so far, I think certain parts will be very useful. Other parts, however, are causing me to seriously examine whether or not I'm in the right field. The lab I work in is a human-subjects only lab, but right around the hall is the cornerstone of the university's psychology department, the personal baby of our chairman, the neuropsychology lab, where the studies are run almost exclusivly on animals. Rats, to be more precise. To be around the corner from something of this nature is not a comfortable feeling, and the cavalier attitude of some of the lab members make my skin crawl. It's as though a perfectly nice, normal looking person were suddenly to admit they have a secret fondness for anally probing unwilling victims. So far my approach is to keep my head down unless someone else broaches the topic, and then to attempt to make myself as unbiased as possible while still bringing up the fact that the 'ethics' of research don't resemble ethics as much as they resemble discrimination. This has results in several interesting moments when comments about 'those animal rights people' have come up. Luckily those who do know about me being a vegan have been very kind, understanding, and interested without being appalled. 

Being in the lab environment has caused me a small crisis of faith though. There are days when I wonder if being tolerant of the goings on next door is appropriate. It certainly doesn't feel appropriate. Tacitly, am I approving of what they do? Am I complicit? 

Coupled with the trouble I had this summer coming to grips with the fact that, while I love my mom and believe she is a good woman, she turns a blind eye to suffering on purpose, my feelings about my complicity in something I truly believe to be abominable have caused me a lot of personal reflection that I just haven't had the time or inclination to put down on paper. 

Plus, I have a lot of homework.  

Other things that have happened.

Rivet got kicked out of his home. I got the 'official' notice that he needed to be moved about three weeks ago, telling me I had two weeks to get him gone. Very helpful, since I'm 3,000 miles away and moving a horse isn't exactly like making a phone call. Actually, it's closer to about 50 phone calls from me to my parents, to my friends, to boarding facilities, to the director of his current home. I am lucky to have two wonderful, devoted 'horse' friends in Utah who helped me get him re-situated, and was even luckier that I was able to get him into a barn where one of them keeps her two horses. Without them I would have removed what little hair nature gifted me with out of frustration. To add insult to injury, Rivet had not been wormed or had his feet cared for by the people who were supposed to be looking after him. They were understaffed and refused to hire someone to manage the program, leaving 8 horses under the charge of a (wonderfully gifted and amazing) high school senior, with two other 'senior' employees who bicker about everything and shirk every responsibility possible. Regular feed schedule? Out of the question. Cleaning the corral at every feeding? Naw, it's no big deal. Let them get worms! 

And of course MY horse, not the other staff boarded horse, gets kicked out. My horse is the only one to get kicked out. The reason given to me was that they were trying to move all the horses for the winter, due to the high price of hay and employing staff. They told me all boarded horses were being removed. Guess what? They're not. Sux to be Rivey. 

I turn 23 on Thursday. I am old. 

I have perfected a recipe for vegan naan. That, coupled with a few staple recipes for Indian food, is causing me to eat about 50 times more than normal.