This was probably Kyle's best review yet--the bit with the Sesame Street martians was awesome, as was his thrashing of the director's Freudian Excuse (as TV Tropes would say) for the main character. I have Asperger's and my initial reaction at that bit was "OH FUCK YOU, THIERRY ZENO!"
You know, I love pork products, but even I have a soft spot for cute little piggies (I get through it by reminding myself that bacon, pork loin, etc. are made from pigs specifically raised for that purpose, and pet pigs are a completely different matter). So, yeah, I was naturally horrified when I saw this episode on Blip.
But I WAS looking forward to this title card when I first heard about it on the Ken Park commentary. Awwww wookit da cute widdle piggie! Wookit da cute widdle Kyle! *incoherent baby-talk babbling*
Bacon is an element unto itself, much like carbon and uranium. Beyond that, I hate and fear pigs, and AT BEST I dislike pork products, at worst I literally can't even swallow them and the smell makes me nauseous (in the case of ham). And I like turkey bacon just as much, so really I wouldn't be too disappointed if I never had to see, eat, or any other way interact with a pig for the rest of my life.
A combination of things, I think. The reason I can't eat ham or pork is because I got food poisoning from ham as a kid. Pork tastes nothing like ham but I think the reason I just don't like it is because I was afraid to eat anything that came from a pig for a long time after that so maybe I just lost my taste for it?
The reason they scare me as LIVING meat has a lot to do with media. I've read Lord of the Flies too many times to count and I can't really remember any exposure to other pigs in fiction that wasn't really scary in some way. Even stuff as innocent as Charlotte's Web... the premise of the damn story is that humans want to carve up a little girl's pet and sell or eat his flesh. And then there's Animal Farm... where pigs become humans... and other historical and fictional accounts of human flesh being cooked and served as "long pig" which has additionally cemented an impression in my mind that ham and pork have the same taste and consistency as human flesh would have if prepared the same way. And of course the pigs in Hannibal... you know. And other stories. They eat people as readily as people eat them. The pigs who get the slop from Vegas casinos. There could be bodies in there. How do you know the pork you're eating didn't eat a person? HOW DO YOU KNOW???
I've seen pigs in real life a few times. When they were alive, they were dirty things eating garbage, they have faces that just creep me out, and the noises they make are either just-gross-enough-to-be-annoying or ear-splittingly horrible. The time we were supposed to dissect pigs in 10th grade, I was partnered with my best friend at the time who was very squeamish. I had done other dissections just fine -- even had so much fun with them that I creeped my classmates out -- but those other dissections didn't have heads. My friend and I, alone of all the groups in our class, looked at that dead pig thing lying there and both bolted from the room -- she went to the bathroom to puke for a bit and I went to the library to hide from it. And ON TOP OF THAT I *have* seen pigs butchered in one of my archaeology classes in college. Every single step of the bloody process I watched and witnessed and for some reason -- either age or distance -- I was okay with it. But it was still a long, hot, labor-intensive, bloody, gory process.
So, long story short, I have no experiences with pigs, fictional or real, that is not marked by impressions or memories or associations with violence, gore, death, sickness, cannibalism, feral children, murderous intentions, and demonic possession.
I literally have not one single positive association with the entire fucking species except for bacon.