I’ll chime in here, I’m a big enjoyer of food in general. I’ve eaten a lot of different things and have a lot more things on my list to eat. While I’ve eaten Urchin it wasn’t my favorite thing in the world to eat, texture issue. My favorite quote so far has been “They are eating with malicious intent” (rlblan) seriously that cracked me up, I had a mental image of some crazy haired guy with crazy eyes punching a pony and taking a bite out of its hocks.
How many nature shows have you watched where an urchin gets flipped upside down and torn apart piece by piece as another organism consumes it? Its nature it’s not with a malicious intent.
I’m surprised you stopped with urchin, an organism with few sensory organs and an underdeveloped nervous system. They don’t really feel in the way you understand feeling. The best comparison would be all of a sudden you were aware you no longer had a foot because you stepped and fell and you’re looking at the ground. You don’t feel the pain of the foot being done you don’t feel the pain of the fall, your brain tells you something is wrong because your looking at the ground. What about other animals around the world that have met a much worse end than the poor little urchin who lived his life on the reef.
Other countries eat stuff that makes your stomach turn simply because you weren’t raised there and you don’t understand it. I’ve traveled all over and two of my favorite meats to eat are Dog and Horse, they are absolutely fantastic. I remember someone mentioning that guinea pig is not for eating, well it got its name because it cost a guinea to eat and it sustained many families for a very long time. Guinea pig is actually not very tasty either, I was a little disappointed.
I see you liked Seafood too, it doesn’t bother you that the fish slowly suffocate to death waiting to have their heads cut off and gutted? What about Crab, boiled alive while they slowly die? I remember as a kid we used to take an axe and cut the heads off a couple chickens and race them, called it the Headless Chicken Run, was a lot of fun as a child. (Before I get flamed for this, the only thing we did differently than other people who butcher chickens is we let them run around instead of sticking a hook through them and hanging them upside down.)
I don’t mean to be mean, but it’s this sort of ignorance that just kind of annoys me.
