~~Not those coffee beans that are shat out by a goat. Not them. ~~
So TIL they aren’t real and a similarly but cruelly sourced version is. I guess it still works, but I meant happy-story-goats and don’t like my own joke otherwise.
I’m going to suppress my curiosity and not look into whatever you’re referencing.
I assume it’s like those badgers or lemurs or something 1998 honda civets in Southeast Asia (I think) that are caged, fed and shit out those special coffee beans that tourists just fucking love.
I hope that was an anti-depressant induced vivid dream memory and not a real memory of something that actually happens.
I hear you. My heart breaks every day for everything that ever met us including me.
So I went to look because I wanted to reply with a feel-good story about a super elitist coffee not made by exploiting goats but rather picking naturally eaten but undigested (berries?) out of shitpiles because it softened the shell or flavoured the bean or something.
But it’s bullshit. Bollocks. Your story is correct as are its horrors. Thanks for accidentally teaching me something and sorry to bring it up in retrospect. Not sarcasm, I hate shit like that.
I blame 90s tv and/or whatever the paradox pair of Discovery and History channels peddled.
Just remember as much as humans suck, there’s something in nature doing something as perverse, or as heinous. Sure, we have limited empathy, so are inclined to sometimes know better. But we generally don’t know better enough.
~~Not those coffee beans that are shat out by a goat. Not them. ~~
So TIL they aren’t real and a similarly but cruelly sourced version is. I guess it still works, but I meant happy-story-goats and don’t like my own joke otherwise.
Humans suck.
I’m going to suppress my curiosity and not look into whatever you’re referencing.
I assume it’s like those
badgers or lemurs or something1998 honda civets in Southeast Asia (I think) that are caged, fed and shit out those special coffee beans that tourists just fucking love.I hope that was an anti-depressant induced vivid dream memory and not a real memory of something that actually happens.
Civet cats.
I hear you. My heart breaks every day for everything that ever met us including me.
So I went to look because I wanted to reply with a feel-good story about a super elitist coffee not made by exploiting goats but rather picking naturally eaten but undigested (berries?) out of shitpiles because it softened the shell or flavoured the bean or something.
But it’s bullshit. Bollocks. Your story is correct as are its horrors. Thanks for accidentally teaching me something and sorry to bring it up in retrospect. Not sarcasm, I hate shit like that.
I blame 90s tv and/or whatever the paradox pair of Discovery and History channels peddled.
You mean civets.
Kopi luwak
Cats, I think.
Just remember as much as humans suck, there’s something in nature doing something as perverse, or as heinous. Sure, we have limited empathy, so are inclined to sometimes know better. But we generally don’t know better enough.