The Monday Pundit and Anti-U.S.? - Just Do It!

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Lol... maybe that doesn't quite fit the situation - except the "Monday Monday" part


Taking you all back to that night I went to the Nott like two weeks ago or so. I was talking to this first year philosophy student about veganism. I've been laughing at her deliciously irrelevant argument ever since, and I just feel like sharing that.

Me: If I knew that the cows were not caged all their lives, or that chickens weren't constantly in coops, then I'd drink milk and have eggs. After all, the stressed chickens peck out each others eyes and the depressed and bored pigs and cows are known to start chewing off their neighbours ears

Her: But there is no other way - society oppresses all of us. There is no other way for the cows and the chickens.

Me: Ever heard of free range?

Her: It's been proven that it's good for cows to milk them. Otherwise their udders hurt!

Me:... Ummm.... Huh?


Thank god there were other people around to talk to who weren't quite as incoherently drunk.

I still wonder where the comment about milking cows comes from? I wonder if some little imp was standing on her shoulder whispering in her ear: "The reason you shouldn't drink milk is cos the cow doesn't like to be milked!"

And the other argument? On the surface, still somewhat coherent... but seriously, how apathetic is it?

P1. Society oppresses us all.
P2. We have no choice but to live in society
C1. Therefore we have no choice but to accept that we are oppressed.

Sounds positively Foucaultian. I did recommend her to read Foucault. She may love him.

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On another note: A came by from Sydney over the weekend. 'twas fun. Yesterday, we (A, T, S) were just enjoying the Melbourne weather (which behaved for a change).

At some stage, we passed the state library, where there was an anti-US, anti-war protest going on.

Ok... first, you need to know what T was wearing. He's a bit of a designer nut, so he wasn't wearing anything without a brandname on it somewhere. But most glaringly, perhaps, was his jacket, with a huge NIKE plastered in front.

Now that you know that, I'll tell you what T did. T sees the protests as we emerge from Melbourne Central onto Swanston street, and like a little child running to a candy store (Thanks to S for the analogy), he speeds to the protest, and doesn't return for 15 minutes. A, S and I were beginning to wonder if he was still alive, when, with a huge grin on his face, he emerges from the foray.

Dood! Not cool!

And, on a final note...

Daeshy:
Two days a week is WAY TOO LITTLE to see each other! *sulk, sulk*