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Originally posted by ThrashersFan
I can't speak for Paig (and wouldn't dare to anyway) but if I said mammals I would have meant everything. For over 20 years now I have gone sans mammals, fish and birds (and eggs and milk). I admit that the core of the aversion is a love of animals (as I tuck my leather shoes behind the chair) but there was also that whole thing about reading The Jungle by Upton Sinclair and being very disturbed about the process (yes, I know that things have changed a bit now). My doc says that it has been so long that my body would reject meat if I tried to eat it now. Reject? I guess that means barf. For some reason, I am very very very sensitive to the smell of meat -- I can't stand to handle it directly when I cook it for my carnivore hubby. I definitely would never touch fish, the feel and smell of poultry gives me the willies and if I touch a steak or something I swear that the smell stays on my fingers for days. I am not, however, one of those people who will say something to a meat-eater at dinner or anything -- to each his own.
For my food issues, among other things, my hubby says that I am a fucking nutball (but a harmless one) -- I think he means it in the most loving way possible. 
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I emailed DTB withan explanation. Isaid mammals to distinguiosh our whiskered friends from the feathered and gilled sets.
And I am still not entirely convinced that you arent some tribute sock with paigesque qualities taken to the nth degree. Not that I would dirnk Bud light unless I was wandering a dead show parking lot and it was really hot and someone handed me one. also, your boobs are way too big
