Big whoop! I don't care where my cow grew up or what it liked to eat. It's bad enough I have to listen to my dates' life stories. Now I have to show an interest in the piece of meat on my plate, too? Hey, I don’t care what you slaughtered. Just serve me up a steak!
We justify eating animals by claiming we're more evolved, more sophisticated beings. I agree. Do you believe that if lions, bears and wolverines were smarter than we that they’d respect our “right to life?” Hell, no. What good is evolving upward on the food chain if you can't eat the poor, dumb species you climbed over? But we should be careful with that logic, because one day aliens who are more evolved and sophisticated than us might deem us a delicacy. If that ever happens, I hope people who grew up in the Midwest aren't considered “premium, choice-cut human.” I hope instead that the aliens prefer those fit, lean, golden-brown people on the West coast. Put those people on the menu. “Tonight's special: California-raised, vegetarian, hi-colonic Human baked golden-brown served with fruit.”