I come to you tonight, dear readers, with a bone to pick. The bone in question bellongs to the common practice of naming that has brought nothing but confusion and misery.Take the guinea pig.
Neither a pig nor from Guinea, the poor little rodents have been subjected to medical testing, have been a food source for the andean people since time immemorial, and have, most recently, been subjected to the most humiliting of indignities: competitive breeding and showing. And they do not look remotely like pigs. Consider the following images :
One is hairy, yes? The other, not so much. One has a pink snout, the other prominant whiskers.
…and yet… the cavy family is, structurally speaking, pig-like, with heads large in relation to their bodies, thick necks, and “rounded rumps with no tail of any consequence”…and they do pierce the ears with unpleasantly porcine squeals…. And anyone who has ever owned and/or known a Guinea pigs knows that they do spend an inordinate amount of time eating…
…and the Andeans, who keep them in cages next to the stove, claim that they are really quite tasty…
nevertheless. The name is asinine and we should not stand for it.
But lest you think that the author of BV loves the cuddly cava itself any less than the other members of our natural world, I have an adorable video picked out for you, of Guinea pigs swimming in a bathtub. Entirely adorable. Far more so than a pig would be in the same circumstances.
The author does not know what the folkes in this video are saying, but she sincerely hopes that they aren’t reciting a recipe for guinea pig stew.