When I was a young child I saw my grandfather chop the head off a rooster. It got away and was flapping around. The trauma hit me so hard I stopped eating meat altogether for some time. When I restarted I was really fussy about what meat I ate and how well it was done. I was afraid of raw meat until my late teens until grade 13 Biology where I learned proteins are just a chain of amino acids. Now I can cook raw meat with the best of them. If my only choice was to eat a steak that looked like the picture above I would likely revert back to the vegetarianism I did as child -- like PTSD. I'd rather eat meat than not so I'm staying away from pink to keep that love alive. I love smoking, que'ing, grilling meat and eating it -- that's a good enough reason to keep doing it 'my way'. Right, brothers?