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To: nihil who wrote (29325)	6/18/1999 8:41:00 AM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 71178

...farms... yes, a good place to learn about life, death, anatomy, bodily functions, the cycle of renewal... The farm can be an all-encompassing laboratory of life. But turning to the topic of ignorance, I remember being at a fair a few years ago... doing the milking before loading a show animal to come home. A mother and her two kids walked by as I hand-milked the animal the "old way" in the absence of a machine. The kids were extremely curious and wanted to watch. But the mother, with the most horrified and disgusted facial expression, physically dragged her children away while uttering some comment about how I should be "ashamed" of "doing that" in public where people could see... Needless to say, I was stunned and amazed. However, when I discussed the incident with a few other exhibitors, they told me that they had witnessed similar reactions to the act of milking their animals. And yet I assume that the same shocked parents must go home and pour a glass of cold milk for their children without giving a second thought to where that milk came from and how it got out of an animal. But then, perhaps, it is less shocking to think that an animal has been milked by a machine rather than a human...even though machines are, relatively speaking, a recent development...and of questionable "superiority" as far as animal health is concerned. As a counterpoint to the above, I have often been amused by the reaction of visiting children when they give milking a whirl and spray warm milk in every direction. The usual reaction is a shriek of delighted laughter, accompanied by a shout of "HEY!! How come this milk is HOT!!!! Ahhh... city kids....;-}>

To: nihil who wrote (29325)	6/18/1999 10:01:00 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I remember my father showing me how to skin a squirrel when I was very young, possibly eight. And of course I was taught how to cut up a chicken not much older than that. We were taught dissection in junior high, I think, starting with worms, then crawfish, then frogs. But I remember my father dissecting a cat when he was in dental school, so I was maybe 6 or 7. I don't think I saw the cat, he must have kept it at school, but I remember him bringing home a scapular - of what I am not sure - possibly human? - it was large - and boiling it to clean it. My mother threw away the pot afterwards. I do know that being a natural scientist used to be an avocation of gentlemen, as was collecting specimens. My father collected insects, I recall a few boxes of various dead things with labels. I still don't think you showed your boys pictures of fellatio - they aren't easy to obtain, or at least did not use to be. Of course, now they can see that and more, merely by clicking a button on their computer screen that says they are 21.

To: nihil who wrote (29325)	6/18/1999 12:41:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

>and preserved specimens are impossible.< LOLOL - trying to imagine the jar If you have any - they are probably appreciating faster than CSCO, lol! I advise against selling calls however.

To: nihil who wrote (29325)	6/18/1999 3:11:00 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

You are a trickster, nihil. You purposely paint yourself with a slightly Satanic glow; but when you get the reaction you have solicited, you reach for the dimmer switch! Okay, I'm willing to believe you guys dissected animals you found on the farm, and that it was fine and wholesome and the other parents felt that, too. I can certainly imagine settings and approaches that would reassure me that this wasn't a sicko deal but a legitimate scientific exploration of life. I would help if the father involved was an anatomist or zoologist or surgeon. But still, the world is a peculiar place rife with creeps, and if I learned that without a by-your-leave some kid's daddy had been cutting up animals with my son, it would occur to me that this activity might conceivably be just too close to the edge of other, unwholesome, activities. Children have not been unknown to catch small animals and torment them. (My son had a bee-bee gun, and it was not even necessary to tell him not to aim at a bird or a squirrel; he was indignant that we trapped mice, and wouldn't for anything step on a spider, so my concern is generic, not personal.) The simple statement that you "dissected mammals" was, on its face, a little disturbing. Our son's sexual education was liberal. Some of what you did, we did. But the degree of detail you describe your going into with your boys is still disturbing to me. I now assume the fellatio story was embroidery designed to create the literary Satanic glow, and I'm glad to hear it. You have told other, distinctly unwholesome stories here that I'm sure never happened, and I wish you wouldn't do it, nihil. The thing is, it wastes your talent and brilliance. You create your own desert air!