Before you take another bite of that nice Chateaubriand, think again. You are in trouble not only for being politically incorrect but for running fowl, sorry foul, of the People for Ethical Treatment of Animals (Peta). The organisation has some good news for us. If we shun all non-vegetarian food, we will be that much better between the sheets. Yes, it could be that we are taken in by their sanctimonious pushing of lettuce and carrots over a nice roasted chicken or parma ham. But not a bad exchange really.
One website dedicated to vegetarians has even quoted a phony author/historian, who in reference to the erotic statues at Khajuraho has reasoned that “flesh eating is a barrier to pleasure. It’s hard to imagine carnivores entwined as sinuously”. Excuse us but have we forgotten that artistic history of yore is full of blood, valour, passion and celebration of the body? Have they heard of Cervantes, Rabelais or Marlowe? Was Casanova living on mashed potatoes and Romeo on muesli? Who has ever heard that kings and noblemen, poets and lovers living on a daily diet of cucumber fillets!
Being good in bed is still an unquantifiable act, and steeped in a certain je ne sais quois. So it does not matter if in bed you may have wolfed down a nifty leg of lamb or had gobi aloo. Lovemaking is about desire, despondency and a slight bout of delirium. And most would not find it objectionable if in an intimate moment you whisper to your other how he/she is a tasty bit of action. Political correctness might make you famous, but you will love neither well nor wisely.