I think, morally speaking (and probably taste too) I'd be ok about eating someone if my life depended on it.

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I was just pondering this as I cooked some bacon. As you do.

Pigs are lovely, I'm very fond, but I've no issue with eating them. Lambs too, and all sorts of other animals. And I thought, woudl I eat, say, a dolphin?

Hmm. Probably. Especially if I was really hungry and it was all there was.

And then I thought, well, what about a person.

And do you know, my brain doesn't scream in horror at the idea. If I was marooned on a desert island for eg, with someone else, and they starved to death, I'd probably be ok with cooking and eating what was left of them. And in fact, if someone else did the butchering bit, I'd probably chow down fairly happily.

I've never really thought about it before. But there you go.

AIBU?

I'm now concerned that we have no pets and next door's cat looks huge but is properly a mere titbit when you remove his fur

I'd do it. And could probably butcher someone too, as I'm not squeamish about things like that. Would be difficult without my nice sharp knives though. And they wouldn't let me on a flight with one in my hand bag

I think what would send you dotty about eating humans is not that there is anything in the meat itself that would physically affect you, but rather the psychological impact on you of eating a fellow human being and the impact of your life up to and at that point that was so awful that you were left with no option but to eat your neighbour.

Yes, but she and I are probably well-matched in height and weight, so it could be difficult to take her down - though she's single and DH is a big chap so between us, we could do it, I reckon.

I really don't like my next door neighbour. Anybody feel like trying her? She is mid-50s & has a very good diet washed down with red wine.

Oh dear, have I gone beyond normal levels of poor taste?

On here?

I don't think it's possible.

Of course as we know, women live ages longer than men in disasters because of body fat.

If I were on the MN death flight and survived the crash all I could look forward to was a slow and certain death with you lot eyeing me up for weeks (not in a good way either) just waiting for me to pop my clogs.

I might be tempted to try the amputation route or perhaps just nibble a finger off each day to keep my strength up like a sort of fleshy version of Kendal Mint Cake.

I don't think I could. I don't think my desire to survive would be strong enough to eat human flesh.