Did I fail to notice a dissonance between my drawings and the meat on my plate? I’m not sure I accept the premise of your question. Since it relies on the assumption that eating meat can only happen in some sort of ethical void. I’m not going to go into my consuming habits here, or dig up pictures of the pot belly pig I had (along with a range of other animals) at one point. But suffice it to say I love animals, and I love meat. Therefore I find it important to know where it came from and how it was raised.
So, yes, I’m basically this Portlandia-bit.