Yes, I was indeed referring to the “Jane” in the article as the asshat.
I have a sister like that - she subscribes to “Real Simple” magazine but she won’t eat the eggs from our neighbor’s hens because...well, you know where those eggs COME OUT OF, don’t you? As opposed to the ones that she eats from the grocery store, which the angels deliver every morning in little silken bags.
I am stuck in the city. This place just went over the 4,000 population mark. There was a big push to ban chicken farming in city limits last year. I hear a rooster crowing most mornings not too far away. Maybe they banned hens but not roosters. Which makes perfect sense.
Have a wood burning stove and burn a lot of scrap from a local cabinet shop and construction sites. Manufactured wood products that really put out the toxic chemicals when burned.
I would love a couple of acres out of town so I could garden and raise some meat animals.
“...well, you know where those eggs COME OUT OF, don’t you?”
My favorite Huey Long joke: the Kingfish was noted for frequenting the fanciest New Orleans restaurants, but one day he sauntered into a delicatessen & asked what sounded good for lunch. The owner recommended a beef tongue sandwich on kosher rye.
Huey Long was appalled; “You think I’m gonna eat something what came out of some animal’s mouth!? You go fry me a couple eggs!”
;^)