I really enjoyed reading this article; it’s two pages long, but full of insight. I recommend you read it if you are struggling with the ethics of your food intake. Click on the link below for the full article written by Bree Davies.
Many times in my life, others have assumed I was a vegetarian. At a work function or a family dinner, someone would attempt to pass me some kind of animal product, only to pull back the offering abruptly and say, “Oh, I forgot. You’re vegetarian.” But I’m not a vegetarian — never have been — and up until this past weekend, I never once considered it.
However, I’m starting to think that in the evolution my of own life and as a person who is conscious of how she treats others, vegetarianism might be the logical next step.
I think militant vegan types must feel as I do about feminism: The facts are out there, the injustice is real. Why aren’t people jumping on board with what we’re trying to do, which is just making the world right for all beings who inhabit it?
I wish I had some thought-provoking and complex answer as to why I still eat meat, but I don’t. I have the same reasoning many people in my position probably do: I like the taste of meat. That, and I see the struggles of my friends and family as they try to socially navigate vegetarianism and veganism every day. I’m talking less about the availability of good food choices (there are plenty of plant-based food choices, especially protein sources, that are accessible and not hard to prepare) and more about the social nature of explaining to every single person who is serving or selling food to you, preparing it for you or sharing it with you why you choose to not eat meat and how it is something that isn’t that difficult to do.
But sometimes we love things that are awful for us, so much so that we want to own them: I’m a recovering alcoholic who once pridefully identified myself by my adoration and consumption of shit beer and the extra-long, extra-chemical-filled cigarettes I left in ashtrays across the city as a calling card.
Come on, dude. “Owning” the idea that you eat beef or pork or chicken that was not ethically procured isn’t cool; it makes you look like an idiot. It is that kind of mindless entitlement that comes along with a pro-animal diet that I find embarrassing, though I am equally guilty of it. My internal monologue has many times said stuff like, “Whatever! I eat whatever I want because I am an autonomous body who is free to consume as I please!” Which is so distressingly shortsighted for someone who pretends to be intelligent and considers herself an empath.
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