The 100th
Don't just eat your veggies. Eat granddad as well.
Professor Quesay has been invited to Granddad Alloi's 70th birthday. But the prof notices that at the celebration itself, Granddad's strangely absent. Actually, he ought to be reconsidering whether he's such an expert in the customs of his hosts because he's forgotten the unforgettable – when someone reaches the age of 70, their children kill them and eat them.
The professor isn't so keen on the main course, although it'd be an insult to decline grandpa stew, or his rissoles. Worse than that, the failure to eat granddad is to put a curse on him in the afterlife.
So, why shouldn't the prof eat granddadburgers with the same pleasure he had before he was reintroduced to the entrée?
I'm afraid Professor Quesay is probably senile. Why? Because who from those parts of the world where you can't get granddad 串 could possibly have forgotten that if it's Granddad Alloi's 70th birthday, the main dish at the party is the man himself? And thus the prof, whose brain is a couple of wheels short of a shopping trolley, can tuck into granddad 肉丝 without any qualms.
As for the rest of us, we're in that problematic realm of relativism. According to local custom it's not only all right to kill grandpa when he's 70, but barbecue and eat him as well. Of course, for anyone from a different cultural background, where cannibalism is a little inappropriate. the custom is repellent. And if you're invited to join in the festivities, knowing that refusal at any stage would be insulting, you're going to have to eat grandpa giblets.
Anyway, bon appetit!
In spite of Nanny's permanent brain sickness and an initial general uncertainty about the likely prosperity of this blog, I find I've reached my 100th post. Today's dilemma is about eating granddad. Or relativism.
Professor Quesay has been invited to Granddad Alloi's 70th birthday. But the prof notices that at the celebration itself, Granddad's strangely absent. Actually, he ought to be reconsidering whether he's such an expert in the customs of his hosts because he's forgotten the unforgettable – when someone reaches the age of 70, their children kill them and eat them.
The professor isn't so keen on the main course, although it'd be an insult to decline grandpa stew, or his rissoles. Worse than that, the failure to eat granddad is to put a curse on him in the afterlife.
So, why shouldn't the prof eat granddadburgers with the same pleasure he had before he was reintroduced to the entrée?
I'm afraid Professor Quesay is probably senile. Why? Because who from those parts of the world where you can't get granddad 串 could possibly have forgotten that if it's Granddad Alloi's 70th birthday, the main dish at the party is the man himself? And thus the prof, whose brain is a couple of wheels short of a shopping trolley, can tuck into granddad 肉丝 without any qualms.
As for the rest of us, we're in that problematic realm of relativism. According to local custom it's not only all right to kill grandpa when he's 70, but barbecue and eat him as well. Of course, for anyone from a different cultural background, where cannibalism is a little inappropriate. the custom is repellent. And if you're invited to join in the festivities, knowing that refusal at any stage would be insulting, you're going to have to eat grandpa giblets.
Anyway, bon appetit!
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