I’ve been curious about the homesteading movement for a long time, albeit from a non-tradwife perspective. For a few years I subscribed to Mother Earth News, whose pages of solar panel installations and gardening tips filled my head with pastoral fantasies. (It’s possible that growing up in rural Pennsylvania planted a seed of affection for farm life, even though I suspect I would be terrible at it.) So I have nothing against people who decide to abandon the corporate world, or soulless suburbs, to live close to the land. I’m just not so into oppressive gender roles and unpasteurized milk.
Even beyond the whole “drinking milk is weird” thing, there’s not really a reason to drink raw milk. I mean, maybe it tastes better, but that can’t be worth the risk, and even the Amish have cooking pots.
so like, we finally figured out what was so special about the milk out on the dairy a few years back. i’m going to tell you the secret it was not about the milk being fresh outta the cow or anything. We drank it out of Aluminum. Cups. Cheap ones. You can buy them online and the metal makes the milk feel colder. fresher. crisper. Also it was whole milk but y’know.