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Picture yourself as a vegan. What is it like? How do you feel? What do others think of you?
I'm a lot thinner and I'm dreading eating out at restaurants. My friends are frustrated because I'm always blithering on about what company is doing what etc etc and they generally think I'm a big pussy.
well, i am a vegan. or, rather, i'm a lactose intolerant vegetarian. and it doesn't really make much difference to my lifestyle.
My friends and family think it's just a phase. They support me, but they think it's pretty funny anyway. Some of them try to be respectful by not eating meat around me, but others enjoy ordering veal, wearing chinchilla coats, and talking about torturing pigs in front of me.
I've had to throw out most of my shoes, purses, bedding, coats, and (if the company didn't promise really, really sincerely that they didn't test on animals) cosmetics. I can no longer use certain kinds of soap (therefore I have to carry around my own at all times), and I avoid alcohol and certain brands of toothpaste. I avoid the circus and all zoos. I've become the sort of person who asks the waiter exactly what's in the meal and what type of oil they used to make it. Most waiters think that I'm pretty annoying. I'm training my cat to be vegan as well, but for some reason she's not interested.
I feel sanctimonious.
For the record, I think "vegan cats" is stupid, inhumane, and hypocritical. Granted you could say it's hypocritical of me to say that, but at least I acknowledge that and don't try to hide behind my own self righteous bullshit.
Despite probably being healthier, I'd feel like a burden. I'd have to work to plan what I eat and shop for the right food. Waiters and servers would cringe when I walk into their restaurants because I'm picky as hell about what goes in my meal. My family would write me off as weird and a pain in the ass because I'll no longer eat "their" food. I'd also be very anal about jackets and purses-- no more leather coats, I'd wear pleather shoes, and I'd toss out that heavy jacket with the fox fur trim on the hood.
And no more bison or turkey jerky. My idea of a rushed half-assed lunch is chiefly raw vegetables pulled from the fridge.
Yeah, I can't pull it off. Frankly, I just like the taste of meat too much to quit.
hungry. i don't like vegetables much.
2007-02-25 05:18 am (UTC)
I would feel healthier than I ever had before, but I'd miss eating cowflesh. Where is my cowflesh? Please, just a little steak. You won't even have to cook it; just cut it from his flank and carry the plate through the kitchen on the way to the table. And ice cream -- did I mention that I would miss ice cream? Oh, the lovely, sweet, melty, cavity-inducing elixir that is ice cream.
Not really. To be honest, I would hate it at first, but I'd get used to it. I eat vegan most of the time anyway, because there are so many vegetables that I get get a wide variety of flavors without resorting to corn-fed beef. I would mostly run into problems with baking. (I mean.. is it possible to make a traditional pie crust with vegetable oil?)
I have no idea what others would think. I think a lot of people go vegan for the wrong reasons, but that doesn't mean I know what they or others would think of me. And I don't care. If my friends didn't want me to be vegan, they'd have an intervention, and then I'd make them pay for whatever meat I consumed for the rest of our lives.
2007-02-25 05:20 am (UTC)
That should be "...that I can get a..."