Fucking incredible, zero notes. My appetite/love for meat is something I’ve kind of struggled to justify for a long time (and will continue to struggle with for a longer time), but this book frames the inevitable cheapening of animal life & labor via the profit incentive not as a locus for individualized consumer guilt over climate change and/or animal rights necessarily— and paranoia over that guilt— but as a catalyst to imagining a different world and economic system, where animals are recognized as a class and not another natural “renewable” resource for humans to extract.
Contemplating on the aesthetic value of meat, how the “stink of death” has developed from being a vector for disgust, to a signifier of (acquired) taste, eroticism, love, ritual, beauty, and even thrift. The impulse to dominate and create vertical, hierarchal power structures that designate not only between different types/classes of humans, but also between humans and animals as a whole, is an inevitable feature of the capitalist economy. Taking notes from Judith Butler, we’re forced into a corner not only to be faced with the ethic of killing (sometimes even savoring it) but also, with who these killable subjects are. And this Overton window of acceptably “killable subjects” will always expand and shift, so long as we confuse what is beautiful (or can be made beautiful) and necessary and fulfilling with what is ethical and virtuous and equalizing.