I've been trying to think what made me so cranky about my last post, and today, I think I got it while I was listening to NPR. Marty Moss-Coane of Radio Times spoke with Jonathan Safran Foer about his new book, Eating Animals. He read a bit from it where his grandmother was discussing how she survived the Holocaust--eating garbage, eating worse than garbage that she wouldn't talk about, and getting scarce resources from others and trading for something better to eat. Finally, towards the end of the war, a Russian farmer gave her a large piece of meat. "He saved your life," her grandson says. "I didn't eat it," "You didn't eat it?" "It was pork." ..."Not even to save your life?" "If nothing matters, there's nothing to save." Foer's point is that we use our values to draw a line in the sand.
And I guess that's what's so problematic to me about some of the responses I've gotten. I tell you my values and you tell me why they can't be yours. Perhaps I just don't find that helpful.
So enough with the heavy stuff... The Stitchery arrived before I drove up to NH and I threw it in my stitching bag. A couple of things made me turn down the pages to share the utter weirdness with you.
Still more celebrity face in cross-stitch!