What's that? Coming from over there? Oh, that's right! It's Hemingway turning over in his grave. Repeatedly. At great speed.
First they label the man a repressed homosexual. True or not, he can't be happy about that one. Then they go and ban bullfighting in Catalonia. I get it, Catalans, you don't like Spain or Spanish culture. You've got a major stick up your collective ass about the whole occupation thing, and that's cool. But did you really have to do a thing like that- and supposedly for the sake of "animal rights" or whatever? Oh, it's fine to castrate them and raise them in factories by their de-balled thousands so that we can process their flanks into steaks and their anuses into Big Macs, but God forbid that we kill them in a spectacle of monumental cultural significance and awe-inspiring grandeur and dignity. I see it, fundamentally, as a triumph of the feminine over the masculine. Those uxorious Catalans have finally made "civilized" the be-all and end-all. Well, to hell with them, and to hell with the rest of the whiny PETA bastards out to sanitize and civilize and feminize every grand and barbaric triumph of humanity. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got about three hours of youtube bullfighting queued up and an excess of aficion.
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I have trouble weeding out the irony from what's serious here, although it did make me laugh. But I'd be genuinely interested to hear what aspects (if any) of corrida culture actually do appeal to you, or the extent to which Jake's "lessons" to Brett about how to watch and understand and appreciate a bullfight (his effort to share his aficion) actually make sense to you. Does it *feel* like a beautiful artform in Hemingway's prose? Is it possible to find fuel for the kind of objections an animal-rights activist might make in his own account?
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