At 6 or 7 yrs old I was nearly killed by a Yorkshire sow (all 400 pounds of her). Had my dad not been right there I’d have been lunch.
I do not like pigs.
My first career related paying job was as a quarter time graduate assistant in the meats lab of my university where I helped take cows, sheep, pigs or whatever from standing hoof to wrapped steaks. Pigs look just like humans on the inside, as far as organ appearance and placement. Now that engendered a sort of “Am I being a cannibal here?” thought pattern that has stuck with me. Now it’s fine with me if Mrs darr does her ham hocks 'n beans in the crock pot. That’s fine. It’s all hers and she knows it. If you like pork it’s OK by me. I’ll dine on beef or lamb, thanks just the same. Pigs are fit for footballs or boot leather, not for eating.
This here’s the unclean Yorkshire lady beast…
Here’s a pig in it’s “natural habitat”
Like I said…if you wanna dine on 'em be my guest. I’ll take a pass.