What follows is the first in an ongoing Q&A series about the strange inner workings of U.S. culture.
Quandary
Why can’t I eat my dog?
Anthropological Explanation
Many forces conspire against the enterprising individual who fixes a side-long glance upon their household pet and thinks, “In a pinch…” The majority of these dissuasive forces are cultural, and therein lies their strength. There is a logic underpinning our taboo against eating pet animals, and it has to do with our close relationships with them, and the different categories these practices create.
You’ve no doubt noticed that certain animals are more “edible” than others. In the United States, most people think nothing of eating a hamburger, but grow queasy at the thought of horse meat having slipped into their ground beef, and positively livid at the idea that cat meat might grace someone’s plate. The reason is simple: we have a social aversion to mixing up different categories of animals. A taboo, if you will.
For anthropologists, taboos are a “repression of interstitial states produced by the application of discrete conceptual classes on the continuum of experience” (Valeri, p.63).
Animal-human relationships are arranged into these categories on an axis of “closeness.” The closer an animal is to humans in their cultural relationship, the less edible it becomes. Eating is a practice that creates lines of distinction between humans and animals that are not-human enough to become food. Because we have placed dogs firmly in the “pet” category, they cannot also be in the “food” category. This is why pets are taboo as a source of food: humans have formed such close bonds with them that they have become inedible. The inverse is true to a lesser extent: animals that are far from humans (exotic animals and pests) are less edible, but not quite as taboo as those closest to humans on the relationship spectrum.
Different cultures consider different animals close (and therefore inedible). Conversely, some cultures consider the animals Americans tend to think of as pets as a category of creature that is perfectly edible. It all depends on each culture’s relationships and practices with regards to each animal. Last September, a brief story appeared on KPCC about dogs from South Korean meat farms being “rescued” and brought to the United States for adoption. In this case, Americans were imposing their culturally-specific logic of animal-human relationship taxonomy onto a different culture.
Cultural norms constrain our every thought and action, and the taboo against eating the (potential/technical) food source in closest proximity to us is merely one of them. Most Americans–even enthusiastic carnivores!–likely take this comestible constraint as a given. They are “naturally” repulsed by the idea of boiling Fluffy for supper, if they’ve ever allowed themselves to consider it in the first place. (They should be repulsed; everyone knows Fluffy would be much tastier fried.) This blatant assault on American’s gastronomic freedom ensures that our taxonomy of animal-human relationships remains intact.
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Originally published in my newsletter. This question sent me down a nostalgic rabbit hole of thesis notes, so count yourselves lucky there’s only one citation: “The Forest of Taboos” by Valerio Valeri.
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I’m intrigued by the idea of people in another culture creating a Bovine Rescue League that would swoop in commando style to liberate cows from ranches and farms across the US and transport them elsewhere to live out their lives as pampered family pets.
It also occurs to me that you can think of taxonomies as the cultural equivalent of hormones in the body. Both drive so much of our behavior, but below the level of our awareness, so that we see our actions/reactions as “given” and beyond questioning.
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Interesting metaphor (cultural taxonomies as body hormones). As you point out, both are normalized to such an extent that we only recognize them when we go out of our way to think about them.
May have to steal “Bovine Rescue League” for my imaginary band name.
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Feel free to use “Bovine Rescue League” for whatever purposes you desire with my blessing. It would be fun as the name of a band. And with about 50 years of practice, I might even be able to play keyboards, and I could double on congas.
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Have I mentioned lately that you’re the best?
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You haven’t that I can recall, not in so many words. But I am so gratified that you think so. And same to you.
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