I’m walking down the streets of Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.
I see a vendor selling baskets of fried cicadas and silkworm pupas. A little further down, there’s a stall that specializes fetal duck eggs, essentially a hard-boiled duck fetus.
A group of tourists are taking photos of each.
A girl squeals. A woman comments, “Oh this is absolutely disgusting.”
A man declares, “This is sick. I can’t believe people here eat this kind of stuff.”
It’s gross, but who are we to judge?
We’re in someone else’s country, exposed to a culture that’s not ours. Are we really judging their habits based our experiences formed from half a world apart?