In seventh grade my communications teacher gave a speech informing us no matter how hard we tried to prevent it we would inevitably become our same sex parent, the girls would end up like their mothers and boys as their fathers. This has always stuck a chord with me--more so to prove Mrs. C wrong. This is not because I don't adore my mother, we are simply very different people. Several years later I am here to report I have not yet totally began embodying her ways. In spite of this I have adopted her obsession with pigs.

Our shared passion for pigs compliments our personalities quite well. I'm frustrated by the factory farming of this animal so near and dear to my heart, loved the 'real deal' in learning how to raise pigs, and couldn't help the researcher side of me when the opportunity to experience the pig from the inside out presented itself. Mom is more of an aesthetics person, having an emotional attachment to the beauty behind pig decor. The pig entertains her passion for cooking. While I would rather gnaw on raw vegetables she has an appreciation for taste, savoring the multiple ways a pig can be prepared.
"I never met a pig I didn't like. All pigs are intelligent, emotional, and sensitive souls. They all love company. They all crave contact and comfort. Pigs have a delightful sense of mischief; most of them seem to enjoy a good joke and appreciate music. And that is something you would certainly never suspect from your relationship with a pork chop." (Sy Montgomery A Good Good Pig)
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