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Ups and Downs
Aug. 23rd, 2001 12:11 amI come very close to being vegan. (Close because I'm not silly about it -- my issue is economic consumption, not gastronomic, and if somebody serves me a meal they worked hard on, I'm not about to be an asshole.) It has nothing to do with morals and very little to do with health -- it's simply an issue of land use efficiency. I cannot justify raising livestock from an environmental standpoint.
This started out with my stance against cows. I dislike them. I contend that they *must* be secretly plotting some kind of evil, because no creature could be that stupid. Moreover, I dislike ranchers. No, I'm not going to expound on that right now, because that's not the point of this entry -- I'm just setting up the background.
When I stopped eating cows and cow products about a year ago, I was nearly disowned by my parents. They are *not* ranchers; as far as I know, they have no stake in the cattle industry. (Actually, Fidelity Investments owns some cattle runs for tax purposes, but that isn't particularly relevant here.) They are also very liberal and accepting people: they are worried when my hair is a non-crayola color, they're thrilled when I bring girlfriends home, and they have never given me trouble about my fairly visible tattoo. My sister is dating a drug dealer, and he's one of their favorite people. They have never had problems with significant others spending the night.
But this no cow thing. Not okay. Never mind that I don't live with them -- they were distressed beyond words. They almost arranged an intercession. The most vocal against it was Arielle, my sister. She almost took it as a personal affront.
Guess who arrived in town today. Guess who is now vegan and keeps lecturing me (and anyone within hearing range) on why it is a good idea for health reasons.
I'm very glad to see her.
Sorry to end so soon, but I'm exhausted -- I'm running on two and a half weeks of stressful dreams.
This started out with my stance against cows. I dislike them. I contend that they *must* be secretly plotting some kind of evil, because no creature could be that stupid. Moreover, I dislike ranchers. No, I'm not going to expound on that right now, because that's not the point of this entry -- I'm just setting up the background.
When I stopped eating cows and cow products about a year ago, I was nearly disowned by my parents. They are *not* ranchers; as far as I know, they have no stake in the cattle industry. (Actually, Fidelity Investments owns some cattle runs for tax purposes, but that isn't particularly relevant here.) They are also very liberal and accepting people: they are worried when my hair is a non-crayola color, they're thrilled when I bring girlfriends home, and they have never given me trouble about my fairly visible tattoo. My sister is dating a drug dealer, and he's one of their favorite people. They have never had problems with significant others spending the night.
But this no cow thing. Not okay. Never mind that I don't live with them -- they were distressed beyond words. They almost arranged an intercession. The most vocal against it was Arielle, my sister. She almost took it as a personal affront.
Guess who arrived in town today. Guess who is now vegan and keeps lecturing me (and anyone within hearing range) on why it is a good idea for health reasons.
I'm very glad to see her.
Sorry to end so soon, but I'm exhausted -- I'm running on two and a half weeks of stressful dreams.
