Okay, I’ll cover a few simple ones, then get into the meat (pun) of this little essay:
- A well-crafted, classic cheeseburger contains nothing but nutritious ingredients. Yet if you ate nothing but cheeseburgers, you’d most certainly die an untimely death at a young age. Also, you’d find it difficult to wear anything but sweatpants.
- It’s called a “cheeseburger”, but it’s not a burger made of cheese. I’m not sure if that’s a paradox or not. That’s just me being honest.
- Cheeseburgers are delicious, however there are still people – living humans – who claim to dislike them.
The list goes on, telling the tale of one of our most mysterious foods.
The main paradox I’m referring to is much more personal, and has to do with me, not cheeseburgers, per se. I’m just coining the term “Cheeseburger Paradox” because it sounds cool, and I love cheeseburgers. So why not name a paradox after them?
- I feel horrible about the way we humans treat animals in the name of “food supply”. Stop.
- I also believe that we are (were?) an important part of the planet’s food chain. Stop.
This translates roughly to “I think we should consume fewer or no animal products. Yet, I love them so.”
How exactly does one continue to eat animal products when he believes it’s both morally reprehensible and obligatory to do so? And how would someone ever, under any circumstances, give up cheese? HOW???
I jest, really, I jest – but I seriously need to figure this out. It feels like I’m going to land somewhere along the lines of only eating animal products that come from humanely raised and
murdered killed euthanized animals. Perhaps this means only shopping at Whole Foods and never having money for activities.
Must investigate further…