DUDE. YES. Came here to say basically the same thing.

For some reason I kept reading “Ferrari Guy” as “Guy Fieri.”

screaming that everyone in that deli was stupid, because if we hadn’t been to New York we couldn’t know the first thing about meat.

Update: the sun is on its phone.

I’m ok with this.

Years ago, there was a pet store near my apartment run by a very cheerful little Thai woman. As I selected a new fish for my aquarium, she laughed and said, “And if you don’t like it, you can eat it! In my country, these are very good with hot sauce and noodles. Here, you just look at them - kind of a waste!”

At this point, I’m ready and willing to adopt Pablo.

When I was a kid one of the most basic rules was if you brought food, there had to be enough to go around for everyone. Pablo is clearly not enough to go around, so my vote is revoke the teacher’s license. He doesn’t even know the basics!

Eesh. I have a friend who is part of a cooking group on FB. She runs a farm that features hand raised meats and a number of other things. And I will be damned if she doesn’t name these sweet little babies from the time they are born to the time they are consumed. I kid you not. She will post pictures of her dinner…

Fish farms grow fish for consumption, anyway right? Their choice is basically eat Pablo or feed Pablo to someone else.

I think it’s a pretty good exercise for kids and forming an opinion, expression and debate. However, I am very sad for Pablo. Neither of his options are good.

Someone tell me the third option was “Take the fish home and continue to raise it in a loving environment.” Please.

Or have a class chicken, and everyone gets an egg.

...I thought fish farms were a pretty crappy existence for fish.

So are they going to work only on consensus basis? Because if there is even one kid that is horrified that the fish will be killed in front of them and that they will have to eat it, that kid will be totally scarred by this. I would have been when I was a kid. I’d be pretty upset with this teacher if my kid were in…

Yeaaaah no. I’m all for raising your own meat so you can see where your food comes from, but there’s no reason to name an animal destined for your table. Whenever I knew one of the animals on my parents’ farm was an option on the menu, I made certain to not name it.

This is kind of fucked up, right?

My grandfather had to get a circumcision as an adult, but it was because he got infected while fighting in WWII. Hygiene isn’t always easy during war! Slightly different circumstance, but a similar cringe-inducing story.

Remember the time the Danish Royal Family painted themselves as a VC Andrews cover? I wonder if they’re trying to tell us something ...

So no mention of the weird marriage where the wife forces the husband to act out sex scenes from romance novels? And we’re not talking the good ones, these were the 80s-pirate-rape ones.