Well, that’s probably the strangest sounding blog title I’ve ever written.
But it’s true. I believe that everyone should have to kill a chicken at some point in their life. As an aside to chickens: I’m really sorry about this suggestion.
How about scheduling it just like we do with our immunity shots in grade school? Every Grade 9 student has to go to a farm, learn first-hand about where meat comes from, and perform the veritable ‘step 1’ in the process of getting that juicy hunk of chicken breast on our plates.
Full disclosure, I may have a hidden agenda in this, as I’m sure this would sway more young, impressionable people to consider a vegetarian diet, but as far as anyone is concerned it would simply be to remove that enormous degree of separation between living animal and beef teriyaki stir-fry.
Oh, and that’s not my only idea.
– What about a field trip to see where garbage goes?
– Or the sewage and wastewater from your house?
– Or to go see an open pit mine for some perspective on where those fancy metals in your smart phone come from?
The behind-the-scenes magic that keeps our every day lives neat and tidy and cellophane-wrapped is astonishing. When you put out the trash, it simply ‘disappears.’ Do I know where it goes? No. Do I care where it goes? Not really. All that I care about is that it’s gone and some unknown person is getting paid to deal with it.
But if we saw the process, it might help us second-guess saying ‘yes’ the plastic bag at the checkout counter.
I’ve never killed a chicken, but I want to (again sorry to poultry everywhere). Because, while I’m not totally sure, I bet the next time I’m at the supermarket and see that plastic-wrapped honey ham, I might have just a little more respect for where it came from.