(I also think that it’s ridiculous that the majority of people who eat meat, love meat, would never ever give up meat, don’t want to hear about where it comes from, and even pretend that they would never kill an animal. Nothing wrong with being a carnivore, but own up to it.)

So do they have adorable teeny workhouses, complete with cripples and orphans, and very small dark satanic mills?

The fact that this is presented in the past tense is charmingly cute.

 It’s a four hour plane ride to Mexico City from Dallas, and I can promise you, you can get both wifi and raw cuts of meat just as pictured in many, many open air markets there. Then you can hop on the subway, go down two stops and buy a new Macbook. Oaxaca has a more picturesque market, but it’s not as if the open air butcher somehow disappeared with the advent of the suburban supermarket.

The toy animal flesh, Wood says, wouldn’t have been shocking, because this is how meat was presented and bought and, with limited methods of refrigeration, children would have been used to seeing preserved cuts of meat hanging up.

Is it shocking now? I mean, I’m a city boy but we’ve all seen a rack of lamb or a whole chicken…I’m honestly asking if anyone thinks their kid would be shocked by a side of beef.