Thread 4 - TalkExiles: "The Planet Goes On Being Round"

[Kucinghitam]

Continuation of previous lifeboat threads 1 & 2 & 3.

Gather here all ye refugees from the JTT Flat Earth Society, welcome to the reassuringly oblate spheroid of MN! Ye all already know the answers to the questions "How the heck do I format my post?" "Why can't I edit my typos?" "What do those acronyms mean?" and most importantly, "Where is everybody that I used to know?"

So really we're all here just to chat randomly.

What's puzzling to me is that (if I've read it correctly) the husband doesn't ever eat the Chinese food anyway, so why couldn't the other people just admit they're eating duck? It would have made slightly more sense if he did eat the duck because they'd been lying about it being pork - although then I'd think that was Not Right because you shouldn't lie to people about what they're eating.

That's the problem with telling lies, whether about duck, beer widgets, or even (dare I say) that men are women: they catch up with you in the end.

you shouldn't lie to people about what they're eating

I agree. In my defence, I was about 19.

I am very sympathetic to the people who don't like eating ducks. We used to have ducks that sat on the grass outside the sitting room window looking in while the cats and dogs and people were all sitting round inside. Eating ducks feels like eating my aunties.

I agree that it is well weird that people from That Place, having driven us out with pitchforks, are lurking here, and then telling us off.

I could go and rummage in the JTT threads to find out what she's on about. But I can't be arsed. Let's move on, eh?

Heh, just notice the OP on that thread was also 19 when duck gate began.

I bloody love duck, it's one of my favourites. We had duck confit for a birthday treat when Twin was here last time and he loved it too.

In my defence, I was about 19.

OMG, are you the OP of that thread?

The slightly uncanny thing is that I had a pet duckling as a small child. She lived in the back garden with the chickens. When she grew up, she got really bloody loud and my parents eventually got so fed up that they offered her to our cleaner - it went unsaid, but presumably to be eaten.

For many years afterwards, I refused to eat duck just in case it was my duck. But nobody around me pretended that they weren't eating duck.

Then one day in my teens I thought, "This is ridiculous, the duck would have died of old age by now."

Ooh, crossed @Tricyrtis2022

People can be funny and a bit hypocritcal about different types of meat.

I suppose we all can be. I mean I wouldn't eat cat or dog but mainly cos I don't eat carnivores.

And particularly not polar bears.

www.mumsnet.com/talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/4724225-important-tips-we-might-not-know

In the past eating an animal I was fond of would have upset me but then I spent several months living on a small holding and ate parts of a young steer called Fluffy. I was hungry and that's what there was.

Another time, after a session of volunteer work in some local woodland, the land owner offered us a brace of pheasants. I like pheasant but the main reason for accepting was because we had to prepare them ourselves, which I thought we should do at least once in our lives if we were going to eat the meat. It was a bit gross but not as bad as expected and the pheasants made a lovely stew, thank you pheasants.

having driven us out with pitchforks, are lurking here, and then telling us off.

You can see their point. We could at least have gone quietly, gratefully and compliantly and sprinkled a few conciliatory compliments on the way out. Perhaps worked our way up to being permitted to return one day. If we’re good.

I'm annoyed that we were driven over here if we wanted to continue discussions, but suddenly they can discuss the same topic.

And I'm not allowed to say that I find the glib endorsement of an ideology driven by individualism, capitalism, misogyny, and homophobia, chilling - even over here.

But on the positive side, more that 8,000 feminist discussions going back years, threads about the Chalet School books, Kuc's amazing cookies, and cat pics.

Anyway - white lies. Not always bad in my view. I only discovered in my thirties that my childhood rabbit hadn’t “run away to join his friends in the fields”. I was better able handle to it, and didn’t mind the fib. My mum hadn’t realised I still believed what I’d been told.

I knew a rabbit that did that. He belonged to friends and was called Gerry. He returned after a couple of weeks. And then had baby rabbits.

Back then, in those politically incorrect days, we used to refer to him as Gerry the sex-change rabbit. Couldn't say that now.

A neighbour told me a lovely story about an escaped rabbit, a white one. It belonged to another neighbour and was being looked after while they were on holiday, but the kids forgot to shut the gate it escaped. Opposite where they lived was a grassy hillside where rabbits lived and the following year white rabbits started appearing amongst the grey ones.

Whereas I sat by window looking out at the fields trying to spot a white one. My dad compounded the lie by telling me that most rabbits are white, but when they live in a warren rather than a straw lined hutch they get muddy, so appear brown so it wouldn’t be possible to pick out Rupert. What can I say? It worked.

That's sweet, Winterborne, I'd have no doubt believed your dad's story too.

My dad told me that he got up early for a bath because a fly was teaching him to walk on the ceiling. I believed him.

My dad told me that Waltzing Matilda was the Australian national anthem, and I went around telling people at school.

We used to get rabbit pie, at junior school. The dinner nannies insisted it was chicken and we had a row about how chickens don't have all the little foot bone and anyway, I knew what it tasted like. Lots of the kids were in tears and I got a bollocking from the headmaster.

Speaking of 8000 feminism threads, Let's go back to 2007 is a very interesting one. (Actually goes back to at least 1996). A timeline that reveals the roots of some of the homophobia as well as the misogyny (and deliberate force teaming) underpinning the TR movement.

Just seen this elsewhere, which jumped out at me: I think they fetishize persecution because it helps them feel less like oppressors.

I see the legendary LangCleg is on that thread!

Oh, interesting, I'll look for that one.

Meanwhile, it's getting really foggy outside. We went for a walk in the park this morning and it was already very misty (see photos) but now as the temperature has plummeted, it's even become completely foggy on our road. I rather like it, all mysterious and atmospheric. I particularly like being inside with the fire roaring, looking out at it.

Very foggy here too and we've not long lit the fire. Yes, being indoors with a roaring fire knocks the socks off being outside just now. Weather stations says it's -1.1C.