LJ Idol, Week 23: The Best Thing
Mar. 4th, 2009 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmAs has been the case with most things in my life, the baby eating didn't start out as an obsession. Hell, it didn't even start out as a big deal. Growing up on the Upper East Side, you just do things like that. I mean, you wouldn't believe how many over-priced beauty products contain animal placenta either.
Maybe, at the beginning, I was trying to fit in, because I just didn't. Ever. At all. I was a weird kid, and even weird about my baby eating, preferring to swallow them whole in a some sort of reptilian fashion, or, once I got good in the kitchen, fashioning the babies into smaller, baby-shaped flesh forms. Because, seriously, if you're going to engage in baby eating, you've got to do it with class, style and flair (I have standards about this, and will mock you if you're just going to drink their blood or whatever -- that's incredibly lazy, and, let's face it, pedestrian).
Of course, awkward and weird or not, baby consumption does put me in some pretty elite company. What with notorious killers, sundry demons and a range of mythological creatures. And hell, let's not forget Cronos and his baby-swallowing ways, although that didn't work out too well for him. More recently, however, baby eating has been endorsed by Jonathan Swift in his 1729 essay, A Modest Proposal.
In fact, when one examines the entire history of baby eating (and why confine this research to just the humanoid? A remarkable number of creatures in the animal kingdom also engage in baby-eating, and I hear young doormice are, in fact, quite tasty) it's pretty much, pretty clearly, entirely The Best Thing Ever.
Which of course, is why I'm so terribly awesome, and wracked with nostalgia for the days when baby consumption was a standard aspiration of both the well-heeled and social climbers alike. Of course, by being interested in traditions passing out of the world, I can only hope to have a hand in reviving ones such as this.
A purpose for which I find catchy advertising slogans (a skill learned from my father) come in handy in quite remarkable a fashion.
So let's remember: Babies! They're not just for breakfast anymore!
Maybe, at the beginning, I was trying to fit in, because I just didn't. Ever. At all. I was a weird kid, and even weird about my baby eating, preferring to swallow them whole in a some sort of reptilian fashion, or, once I got good in the kitchen, fashioning the babies into smaller, baby-shaped flesh forms. Because, seriously, if you're going to engage in baby eating, you've got to do it with class, style and flair (I have standards about this, and will mock you if you're just going to drink their blood or whatever -- that's incredibly lazy, and, let's face it, pedestrian).
Of course, awkward and weird or not, baby consumption does put me in some pretty elite company. What with notorious killers, sundry demons and a range of mythological creatures. And hell, let's not forget Cronos and his baby-swallowing ways, although that didn't work out too well for him. More recently, however, baby eating has been endorsed by Jonathan Swift in his 1729 essay, A Modest Proposal.
In fact, when one examines the entire history of baby eating (and why confine this research to just the humanoid? A remarkable number of creatures in the animal kingdom also engage in baby-eating, and I hear young doormice are, in fact, quite tasty) it's pretty much, pretty clearly, entirely The Best Thing Ever.
Which of course, is why I'm so terribly awesome, and wracked with nostalgia for the days when baby consumption was a standard aspiration of both the well-heeled and social climbers alike. Of course, by being interested in traditions passing out of the world, I can only hope to have a hand in reviving ones such as this.
A purpose for which I find catchy advertising slogans (a skill learned from my father) come in handy in quite remarkable a fashion.
So let's remember: Babies! They're not just for breakfast anymore!
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:26 pm (UTC)Take that *ssholes!
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:38 pm (UTC)Only not in a scary stalker way.
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:42 pm (UTC)Oh, I totally expected something about "peerage" in there, too. Hee.
Well played.
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:43 pm (UTC)Although in presenting satire, perhaps I did address more than one inadvertantly!
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:47 pm (UTC)I mean, really.
And probably they'd even be dead by the "second scream" as it were.
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:48 pm (UTC)I have eaten live baby squid in a sushi place, btw.
It was like Klingon food.
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:50 pm (UTC)::applauds::
Date: 2009-03-04 08:51 pm (UTC)The key is, of course, to make sure you're swallowing babies and not some cheap, half-assed imitation. Some may say that your baby eating standards are pretentious, but if Cronos took as much care in his baby eating as you do in yours, he'd be ruling the cosmos today. There's a lesson in that.