pudding meet alice

(pp, vegetarian since 1985, reads a piece in which a vegetarian interviews a man who gives cows a nice life before they become steak)

Logan: Does looking at those eels remind you of The Little Mermaid?
Greg: No.

Logan: Not even a little bit?
Greg: No.

Logan: Which one of these is Finding Nemo?
Greg: None of them. You don’t eat clown fish. They’re too little.

Logan: Oh.
[A dude is cutting some stuff up! We look.]
Greg: This is also awesome, watching these guys do their work. Oh look. He’s got a turtle.

Logan: That fucking thing is alive.
Greg: Yeah. It’s alive until it’s dead, dude.

Logan: …
Greg: Okay let’s roll. You’re uncomfortable, I can tell.

Logan: …
Greg: Those turtles are delicious. That’s the thing.

the whole thing here

do you admire the view?

Peter Singer, for his part, showed some flexibility when I e-mailed him about this piece. "I've gone back and forth on this over the years," he said. "Perhaps there is a scintilla more doubt about whether oysters can feel pain than there is about plants, but I'd see it as extremely improbable. So while you could give them the benefit of the doubt, you could also say that unless some new evidence of a capacity for pain emerges, the doubt is so slight that there is no good reason for avoiding eating sustainably produced oysters." Here's to the vanquishing of hobgoblins—the first plate is on me.

Christopher Cox, Consider the Oyster, at Slate the rest here.

to say nothing of salad bars

Let's get something straight: A vegetarian is someone who doesn't eat meat. It's not someone who loves vegetables.

Ezra Klein on the GVP.