{"id":1227,"date":"2019-03-09T14:04:48","date_gmt":"2019-03-09T14:04:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/generic.wordpress.soton.ac.uk\/skywritings\/?p=1227"},"modified":"2019-03-09T14:04:48","modified_gmt":"2019-03-09T14:04:48","slug":"oxytocin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/generic.wordpress.soton.ac.uk\/skywritings\/2019\/03\/09\/oxytocin\/","title":{"rendered":"Oxytocin"},"content":{"rendered":"
When I was 9 or 10, I used to feel sorry for bus transfers and candy-wrappers. I felt it was wrong to throw them in the garbage as if — as if they were just objects<\/i>. So my mother kept a drawer in her office in which I could put them. \"\"They grew for several years, until I realized what I had really been\u00a0feeling<\/i>. I became a vegetarian when I turned 17, and told my mother she could empty that drawer now. But it was only in\u00a02012<\/a>, when I was 67, that I became a vegan and realized what I should be doing<\/i> — and what I should really have been doing, all along<\/a>.<\/div>\n
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Anthropomorphism — natural in children<\/a> — is what makes humans humane. Easily cultivated, easily ignored, easily snuffed out<\/a>.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

When I was 9 or 10, I used to feel sorry for bus transfers and candy-wrappers. I felt it was wrong to throw them in the garbage as if — as if they were just objects. So my mother kept a drawer in her office in which I could put them. They grew for several … <\/p>\n