Despite what your kindly, old-school uncle says, as he omni-splains the dairy industry to you, it isn’t a picture of bucolic loveliness, where ‘happy cows’ frolic in butter-cupped fields, their udders fountaining creamy milk they have spontaneously lactated for the benefit of us lucky humans.
By any metric, it’s a brutal system of forcible impregnation and calves taken from their mothers — an unending cycle of grieving.