Earlier this year, after watching a horrific video about the abuse of bobby calves at a New Zealand dairy farm (warning before you click: it’s very graphic), I started thinking more seriously about commercial farming practices, from both ethical and health perspectives.
Is cruelty-free dairy farming possible? It’s a question I’ve been pondering over. My vegan friends think not, obviously.
And, where does the dairy milk in Singapore come from?
(This post was written on Saturday 0046hrs, but published at 1143hrs)
It’s 46 minutes past midnight. After two hours of trying and failing to fall asleep, I’ve decided it’s not working out. I should do something else. So here I am.
Rewind to 2245hrs, Friday night: I had gone to bed early with hopes of sleeping away a throbbing headache. Lying in pain alone in the dark led me instead to circle black thoughts, including but not limited to the unanswerable question of WhatTheHellAmIDoingTryingToWriteSlashEditFreelanceForALiving, which from here on I shall refer collectively to as The Black Hole.
Some minutes later, I leave the blackness of the bedroom to look for The Husband, who is in the living room, in the middle of a very exciting PS4 game.
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Yesterday, the Straits Times (ST) ran an article titled Diabetes: The rice you eat is worse than sugary drinks which came up several times in my social media feed. I was disturbed by the headline. Were you?
Then, an editor I regularly work with e-mailed to ask if I’d like to pitch related stories. She got me thinking deeper, and this is an edited excerpt of my reply to her:
