Grrl Power #1452 – Meat ugly
Honestly if Sydney had gotten an 11-alarm Indian dish like atomic lamb korma, her body might not have even noticed the meat. I like a little spice when I get Indian, or a little heat on my Thai Fried Rice or Pad See Ew, but honestly, it’s easy to cross a point where the heat gets to the point where you can’t really tell what you’re eating. Is it lamb korma or chicken korma? There’s usually a slight texture difference, but if the flavor is so overwhelming, that gets to be the only difference.
I’m sure there are tales of de-vegetarianizing out there. It’s probably best if done gradually. Sydney will have it relatively easy since fish and eggs and cheese are still a part of her diet. I imagine a vegan diving straight into a juicy burger would experience maximum distress. I’ve been on various diets in my life, including some very low fat ones, and I can tell you, 4-6 weeks of low fat followed by a cheat day starting with a big plate of bacon leads to… well, not-half-measures on the toilet.
Personally my favorite “diet” was busting my ass in the gym during my thirties, but I’ve fucked up my shoulders badly enough now that I can’t do about half the exercises I used to. I miss military press. :/
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Sidney made a mis-steak playing a high steak game.
You really gonna steak it all on these puns?
That’s OK, if it doesn’t work out, it’ll be a PRIME opportunity for some good RIBbing…
Steak puns are a rare medium, but this one was well done.
How about Cloneibalism? You clone some of your own organs, then eat them.
‘You eat one lousy foot and they call you a cannibal. What a world!’
I remember Mt. Diablo.
In a comic book universe, that can have some repercussions. Others might do it, but Sidney is too savvy to even attempt that.
Regardless of ethical questions, it’s highly unhealthy for humans.
Cannibalism is the primary cause of spongiform encephalitis (aka: Mad Cow Disease).
Cultures that practice ritualized cannibalism have been found to be highly prone to it. That, and the whole British Beef issue with a massive spread of the disease was caused, in large part, because they would grind up cow blood and bones to mix in to cattle feed as a nutritional enrichment for vitamins and minerals. (Scientists had known for quite some time that spongiform encephalitis was mostly caused by cannibalism, and apparently nobody thought to tell the British beef barons that feeding dead cow parts to living cows probably wouldn’t turn out all that well.)
spongiform encephalitis is caused by prion buildup.
Clonabilism presumably happens in a controlled enough environment to filter those prions out.
Or just set up the environment where they don’t form in the first place.
And it’s always fun to refer to it as Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Just rolls off the tongue, no?
tired: using the synthesizer to try out cannibalism, endangered species, etc
wired: using the synthesizer to make novel types of meat more delicious than any living creature has ever been
Love how the orb tracks are rotating.
Hearing you with the shoulder. I slipped on a wet walkway several months ago while dressed for a funeral and carrying a plate of food for the family of the deceased. Through some amazing body contortions I managed to both save the food and escape with only a small spot of mud on my slacks. Fortunately for everyone else, it happened in front of a doorbell camera so everyone got to laugh at me “break dancing”. Unfortunately for me, I sprained my left wrist and did something to my right shoulder during the process. Also unfortunately I’m too old and both are taking forever to heal. Military press is a no-go right now.
“Love how the orb tracks are rotating.” And still not keeping up.
Wore down my rotator cuffs carrying heavy multi-buy offers in handled bags. I’m a couple of days into a fibre and colour free diet for the week. My goodness that’s a shock to the system.
Yeah, I also love how the orbs are left at shoulder height when she stands up abruptly.
Colour free? Do you eat only grey food?
Hey… Grey is my favorite color.
I find it so symbolic…
It’s prep prior to Jaxycam™ (best not to think about it).
It’s good for realigning your gut flora balance, though!
Folks should scope it out now and then. Give them a good view.
Sorry Dave, but your body will definitely notice when you make a radical change in diet, no matter what your mouth notices. It is, of course, different for everyone.
Gut bacteria revolting is a thing. To be fair though, the head Sydney is about to demolish has endured far more potent emissions fromher Grakz binge in #686
Heck it doesn’t even have to be due to gut bacteria not cooperating. If your body isn’t properly regulating bile production, changes in diet composition can lead one to becoming, ahem, a “Salad Shooter”.
Sydney is missing enzymes to process meat. Her stomach simply can’t process meat. No amount of spices will fix this. She needs an enzymes transfusion. Hopefully, space meds can do this in a less gross way that what we can do now on Earth.
Or she uses the method human babies use and kisses Frix.
The gut flora used to process all kinds of things including meat is inherited from parents through bodily contact.
I’m assuming here human bodies can maintain woof gut flora otherwise she might need assistance from Dabbler(she has sufficient access to human gut flora) or medical help.
I’m sure Dabbler would be glad to assist. (Or did you mean some kind of technomagical thing and not the kissing thing?)
I totally meant kissing and with access to human gut flora I also meant intimate contact.
At least it’s not the koala method so the joeys can eat eucalyptus.
Maybe she got a little of Maxima’s mercury.
When I was at college, a bunch of us went out for pizza. I’d ordered one with chili on it – which, to my mind, meant that there were bits of chili sprinkled on the top.
Nope.
Whole strips of fresh chili, to the extent the pizza looked mostly green.
I don’t mind a bit of spice, but I much prefer flavour. As it was, I was gagging because I couldn’t get the damn thing down my neck.
What I’m saying is that Sydney has essentially duplicated my mad dash to the toilet…
There is just something hilarious about a huge guy daintily holding a small cup.
Ah shame she went for the steak. Not saying it’s hot or good, but my mudbug boil has enough heat and flavor to make an East Tejas bayou living boy cry from joy and because the steam hits harder than weapons grade pepper spray. (Free hint, never stick ones face into the steam coming from the pot. Seriously DON’T!)
Thirty-something is the magical age. You mostly have your stuff together, like basics of getting by on your own should no longer be a mystery and be on some sort of career path, but unless you made horrible life-style decisions or got cursed by the genetics fairy your body is able to do everything you could want it to do.
The one way I got blessed by the genetics fairy was I seem to be aging slower than most people, and was able to stretch that magical time out into my 40’s.
Now…. Now there’s no chance I’d be able to do incline press with so much weight it’s scary or sport a six-pack without chemical assistance, and I rather like my kidneys and liver more than I’d like bulging biceps.
I don’t really feel like I made horrible life-style decisions or got particularly cursed by the genetics fairy, but my body was not able to fly and I was unable to survive indefinitely under water. Surviving in a hard vacuum was a hard no. I couldn’t bust through walls like the Kool-aid man, and even just running the mile to work in under 10 seconds was completely impossible for me. I couldn’t pass Susan Decker from Real Genius’ dating requirements.
Now, I do admit that none of those were reasonable things for me to have wanted. But I *could* have wanted any of those.
I feel like this is a bad audience to guess nobody would be able to want to do unreasonable things.
You got cursed just by being born human. The average human doesn’t see it that way, but from the perspective of any species that could do any of those things, you didn’t luck out.
Hmmm, yes, the consequences of actions.
Any radical change in diet like this should be accompanied by probiotics appropriate for that meal. That is not necessarily sufficient, as probiotics work with enzymes, but it’s certainly helpful to only have *some* of the GI problems. I feel like this is probably something that Frix should have known about, but maybe he suggested and Sydney rejected his advice and charged straight ahead because Sydney.
Actual GI problems generally do not happen that fast, although they do tend to happen quicker for more pure experiences. The only time I can recall when I’ve had them happen while I was still eating was bacterial rather than due to my lack of enzymes and appropriate gut bacteria.
Back when I had a gall bladder there were certain meals, usually consisting of too much meat and fat that could launch them selves through me in under two hours.
Over the last few days, I have been seeing AI-generated YouTube videos showing The Boys’ Homelander getting curb-stomped by various high-tier superheroes, such as She-Hulk, Ghost Rider, Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel), Shazam (the other Captain Marvel), Superman, and Supergirl. That got me thinking about how an encounter between ArcSwat and the Seven would go. In general, we have a highly organized team that trains together, respects and trusts each other, that communicates, and coordinates with a mission to police people with extraordinary abilities, easily takes down and arrests a bunch of bullies that hate each other, that have never faced real opposition, and that tend to try to just overwhelm any opposition with sheer power.
Arc-Swat would get deputized by the FBI of the The Boys world, get 7 arrest warrants and related court documents and serve them at Vought offices in New York. The Seven try to intimidate Archon and fail. A series of short fights ended with the Seven arrested and additionally charged with Resisting Arrest. The previously unstoppable are finally stopped and are off to the jail that had already been prepared for them.
And Sydney would go on a live rant on how the Seven is a lame copy of supers.
Maxima alone could body the entire squad, especially if we didn’t permit the dreaded “prep time.”
Last time Neil deGrasse Tyson unfriended her.
I de-vegetarianized. One definitely does not move on to prime rib in the first week. Chicken, pork, hamburger. It’s worth the wait though.
Actually, Sydney’s gut is probably okay with animal protein because she commonly eats (dead) fish. It’s the fat that’s gonna mess with her innards. That and—hmm. I wonder if the Cuisine Forge 6000 also reproduces the hormones in beef? That would be … interesting.
I’m sure Sydney’s gut problems don’t even need to be a physical reaction to her eating meat, it could just as easily a subconscious mental reaction.
I come from hunting and meat-raising people, but have eaten mainly ovo-lacto vegetarian since my early 20s. It’s not a religious thing. I will eat seafood if circumstances call for it (though I never much liked most seafood anyhow), and I don’t freak out if I get something from a buffet that turns out to be made with chicken, etc.
Inadvertently eating chicken or a small amount of beef never upset my digestion, though it seems awfully rich when your system isn’t used to it.
Pork, however . . . .
I live in an area with many local potato chip brands. About half of them use lard for frying. Learned early on that if I got a sandwich with a side of chips for lunch, and it turned out the chips were fried in lard, I’d have a bad afternoon. I only buy chips as a side, because they have absolutely no positive nutritional value, and I WILL eat them all if they’re in front of me–but I am real careful about the frying medium.
Once I got an order of broccoli with hot garlic sauce from a Chinese carryout that my brother liked. The next day, I had a lot of digestive distress (no barfing, so I didn’t suspect food poisoning). There was no obvious pork in it, but suspect the sauce had lard or was cooked with pork that was used for another dish, or something.
Heh, yesterday I carved up a whole Ribeye slab and got about twenty one pound steaks. That’s around forty full meals for me and wifey with fixings. I’ll put a steak fresh off my grill against any high end steakhouse out there. Would a Veggy really have a ‘ralphing’ reaction to a beef steak as long as she’s eating side dishes with it. Mashed ‘taters, green beans and in Sydney’s case a scoop of fiery chili.
I just remembered this reddit post about diarrhea.
https://www.reddit.com/r/explainlikeimfive/comments/5ou3s3/eli5_if_it_takes_two_days_for_food_to_eventually/dcmnlpm/?context=3
I know what you mean about age and injury, since 1975, I was body-building in school, by the next year, I switched to martial arts because I was over-muscled. It’s bad when you have no neck and can’t make a fist. When I had my car accident in 1983, I have to give it all up, the injuries were that bad. between the 2 crushed vertebra, the dislocations of the hip, shoulder, and collar bone I couldn’t do a proper curl much less training. Oh I tried, that’s when I found out that my shoulder and hip would easily re-dislocate… NOT fun. I had to learn how to reset my shoulder myself rather than run to the hospital every time.
Yeah, fake or not, her mind and body wasn’t ready for that cut, a beef stew would have been a better choice, I always add hot sauce to mine anyway ;) Her “issue” right now could be a mental reaction, “Oh no! I ate someone cute!” could be first and foremost in the back of her mind. I just hope for her sake she tries again.
Don’t even need to do half measures- smaller size, cut it up, and have lots of mash/veges.
I used to work with a girl who was rabidly vegitarian, some what like Sydney. Lunch break around her was genuinely unpleasant for the rest of us omnivores. That changed after a couple of years when the future husband she had her eye set on was an avid hunter and wasn’t about to stop…then one day she brought leftover venison stroganoff for lunch. To be fair, she did apologize to the rest of us but it almost seemed as if she didn’t understand why she had to.
Given that your coworker felt the need to apologize AND that you called the lunch breaks “genuinely unpleasant,” I tend to suspect she went WAY beyond Sydney’s levels of “dietary radicalism.”
Yeah, that.
Sydney even started off in a new social situation by semi-hiding it.
I can’t point to a single moment where she started the conversation(sometimes starting conversation isn’t problematic, its the repetitive pushing that gets to people).
She even keeps it to her own choices when she talks about it.
This is not the current food’s fault. I’ve had reactions to food that disliked me also but it took over an hour. This is the sauce she had before going “prepare to fire!”
I’ve had days when I was completely fine eating Indian food… that then a couple of others where my gut started warning me as I was pulling out of the parking lot onto the main thoroughfare.
Some kinds of foods can be a bit of a coin flip on how fast they hit you from day to day.
I have a particular Mexican dish that I use to evaluate any new Mexican restaurant I go to (as opposed to trying to get Mexican food at a Sushi restaurant, of course): Chile Colorado… It’s basically chunks of beef simmered for a long time in a red sauce and served with rice, beans, and tortillas. Not all that hard to mess up… so if the place makes a decent one, I figure it’s a reasonable place to go. But I swear, one place that used to be a few miles away made great food overall and even introduced me to a food I make at home sometimes now (Chori-Pollo… basically, a chicken and chorizo dish), they’re the only ones I know who could f-up Chile Colorado. They made it where “hot” was all you could taste. I’m not talking that it had “zip”, not that it had “a solid heat to it”… I’m talking “if your fingers touch it, by all that’s holy and unholy you better scrub your hands BEFORE you use the urinal because someone spilled a bottle of ‘Essence of Ghost Reaper’ up in this bitch!!!”
Two other fun comments here. Went to an Indian buffet about 10 years ago with the Wife. We’re eating lunch and she comments that the beef ribs are really good. I give her a funny look and she’s like “What’s the look for?”… “Hon? What kind of restaurant are we eating in?” … “An Indian one, why?” … “What animal is considered sacred above all others in India?” … she thinks for a moment. “Cows?”… I nod. “Do you think you’d be eating beef in an Indian restaurant?”… she puts the rib back down and goes “Noooooo….” so I pick one off my plate and bite into it. “But I’ll tell ya. They really know how to cook goat here.”
Second one is about the major diet change thing Sydney is experiencing. In the movie “Super Size Me”, other than Morgan Spurlock’s dietary logbook mysteriously disappearing and dieticians and doctors saying that there’s no way he ate the number of daily calories he said if he’d stuck to his own rules… but with him talking about being as sick as a dog for half the month and even throwing up often and having the trots? He completely glossed over the one line where he mentioned he and his girlfriend had been vegans for over five years. So… he went from eating no animal products at all to eating chicken, burgers, cheese, ice cream, milkshakes, fried fish, and more… from zero to 100 in a day. And he didn’t bother to mention that this would be a MAJOR reason he got so incredibly sick. And the fatty liver? He never mentioned at all whether or not he still had his gall bladder. (When that’s removed, the organ that basically has the job of doing the heavy lifting for digesting fats mind you, then you can beat much higher risk of a fatty liver.)
Mexican restaurant: I’m the same way, except my dish is Chile Verde. It’s usually braised pork in a green (tomatillo-based) sauce served with tortillas, rice, and beans. The best ever was in Banning, CA, from back when I regularly traveled there for work. They had a sign rating the heat of their verde sauce that changed every day because it varied based on heat of the fresh peppers used to make it. Hotter was better for me. I generally try to limit red meat these days, but if I decide to splurge near a good Mexican place that’s my dish of choice.
Have a place near us that makes a great spicy pad thai (the amusing thing is they are a Chinese “Fast Food” place – that is part of their name even – and they share a food court with a Thai bakery … who makes the worst Pad Thai I’ve had that wasn’t from a frozen, do-it-yourself at home kit).
They’d almost be hot enough for her to register. Almost.
Sydney’s super-spicy diet preferences are a REEEEALLY long callback at this point.
March 18th, 2024 wasn’t that long ago, was it? August 29th, 2024 is not quite as overt, but even closer.
When eating ethically vegan meat you need to replace the moral fiber with actual fiber
True story, I was an ovo-lacto-vegetarian for the first 14 or so years of my life. The smell of cooked meat and the texture were too much for my delicate palate. Then I had a long spell of stomach flu or similar (never saw a doc for it), but one Sunday my mom was cooking dinner that included porkchops or something similar and the smell was so overpowering and I was so hungry that tried it, and never went back.
I think if Sydney had a problem it was 100% mental, which totally is a thing, but also isn’t required. In other words, when I was 14 I didn’t have the moral muscle to worry about eating a formerly conscious being. Still don’t, I guess.
Some issues can specifically affect your specific food digestion capabilities without affecting your other digestion capabilities and if you limit your palate form a young age you might not know you have them.
Someone I know would choke on non-pregrinded meat until her teeth got rearranged by an orthodontist, while this is probably not Sydney’s problem, because she is pesciterian and she isn’t chocking.
Other problems might arise from gut flora issues, alpha-gal symptom(she is specifically eating a copy of mammal meat), lactoglobulin, pregnancy and enzyme deficiencies.
Those can actually have the digestive issues observed here.
Must’ve been a weird “stomach flue” if you could eat muscle more comfy than other products.
Plant digestion happens mostly in the mouth.
Diary and egg digestion in the stomach.
Meat digestion happens in the stomach and bloodstream.
Nobody is noticing the interesting food choices everyone made? I mean Dave went to the trouble of drawing different ones out.
Tbh, when I broke out of a year and a half of vegetarianism when I was younger, I did so by getting the most massive mixed kebab I could, and enjoyed the hell out of it
No half measures *nods*
It’s weird calling Sydney an “omnivore” (literally “eats everything”) when we JUST had a story point about Max eating things that Sydney (and the rest of us humans) definitely cannot eat. Where’s Monsieur Mangetout these days? He was the closest humanity ever had to a true “omnivore”. (Oh. Died in 2006. Guess he ate one too many Cessnas…)