He Who Must Not Be Named
I’ve talked to lots of pet bloggers in the last couple of years, and seen all sorts of topics get discussed and dissected. Much like mommy bloggers learn early on to avoid lecturing on the merits of breastfeeding lest they actually enjoy getting called names, most pet bloggers have to step in it on a couple topics once or twice before realizing- oh. People get really upset about that one.
If you’re a pet enthusiast and really want to get people going, utter these two magic words: “Cesar Millan.” It’s kind of like putting on the One Ring- yeah, you’ll get attention, but it may not be the kind of attention you want. Be careful what you wish for, my friends.
Cesar is a bit of a polarizing figure, to put it mildly. Love him or hate him, he sure gets people going. There doesn’t seem to be much middle ground.
Is that the gentle smile of a benevolent training saint with his beloved pet? Or an evil leer of a madman throttling a dog by the cheeks? I have no idea, but I am tired of living in fear.
I come to you today to tell you this: it is OK to neither love nor hate the man. It is OK to be utterly ambivalent. You can do that and still love animals. I fully admit I have no opinion on him since I don’t watch the show and I leave training questions to those with more knowledge than I. I am Ceswitzerland.
Therefore all those people who are eagerly waiting with their fingers poised over the keyboard to either vociferously disagree or strongly back me up on my opinion are going to be mightily disappointed. I have no opinion for you to tear apart.
I am sure both his supporters and detractors have some valid points, or else this discussion wouldn’t still be taking place. I guess my point is this: I don’t really care all that much, though I certainly respect that many of you do. I am simply much too busy arguing with people who think parvo vaccines cause parvo and that sibling cats will know not to mate with one another to get involved in this debate.
So what I really want to know is: does one need to actually take a side to invite the inevitable bloodbath? Or is his name so mythical that simply mentioning it in an entirely neutral manner enough to bring on the hordes? Is it possible to have a calm discussion of the guy?
What hijinks will ensue from the mere opinionless mention of the Grand Poobah of Pit bulls? And are there any other topics in pet blogdom that invite this level of Braveheart-esque battle?
(Interesting fact: if you rearrange the letters in his name, you get “I am Lord Voldemort” “Malice Snarl”, “A Cairn Smell”, and “Carnal Smile.” Make of that what you will.)




