Language, Part 2: Orwell, Dying Metaphors, and Pigs in Literature (Not Space, but I totally wanted to Write about Pigs in Space. Muppets Forever!)‏

George Orwell hates me and my dying metaphors and that is fine by moi because I do not love Animal Farm.

I wanted it to be Charlotte’s Web, and it was not. I also did not appreciate Lord of the Flies with its pig-hunting and Piggy-haunting. For all of these reasons, I boycotted the movie Babe. Our cultural imagination is whipsawed by conflict and confusion about the essence and symbolism of pork – vulnerable, sunburnable pink proxies for humanity? Or a great breakfast side dish? – and frankly I just can’t be moved even though the goddamn wolf keeps blowing my house down.

Don’t even get me started on wolves. I may have to run with them.

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Kelly Diels I'm Kelly Diels. I'm a writer, the founder of Cleavage (The Lines that Shape Us), and I wrote this blog post just for you. You can also find me on Twitter and darlin', please do. xoxo, K

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