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No, they're just injected with a dozen different steroids and hormones, given antibiotics, stew in filthy cages next to other disease ridden cows, suffer from mad cow disease, are fed the carcasses of other dead cows, and incredibly are fed cement dust, and telephone books:
The US human eats very low quality food, but I don't know anyone who eats cement or telephone books. Do some further research on what you are putting into your body.
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Originally Posted by Goodpasture
At least the cows and goats don't smoke, drink, or eat potato chips and donuts........
I was breastfed as an infant. Breasts are foodmakers. Breastmilk is known to be highly nutritious. In all honesty, since humans are weened from it, one would think trying it at an older age would be considered a luxury instead of taboo. Instead we drink milk from another species' nipples or we grind up soybeans and pretend its milk. I'd actually rather try something that my body instinctively recognizes as a foodsource. Not from some toothless smoker, no. But from the average female? Sure. I lived off of that stuff for most of my infancy. I doubt most of your moms (if breastfed) were wheatgrass gobbling models so you had the same type.
Sidenote, but relevant to the sexualizing of breasts, is I work with a woman who refuses to breastfeed because she thinks its unnatural and that breasts were put there for her husband to play with. How's that for backwards?
When I breastfed my son, he'd nod off after he was full and some milk would dribble down his face and end up in the folds of his neck. With the warmth from his body overnight, it'd turn to cheese. One time when I was bathing him, I pulled open the folds on his neck (he was very chubby when a baby), and voila! Cheese. It didn't smell all that nice, so I had no desire to taste it, thanks.
I used to joke with my friends when I had them over for dinner and passed around the cheese plate that the cheese was made from the breast milk of Amish brides. I guess the joke's on me.
"Really, this is the best Louise Bernstein I've ever tasted. Did you get it at Ho Foods?"
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