It's been quite a day. Mostly good mixed with a little frustrating and topped off with a bunch of self hate. Nice icing. what did I do to deserve such a scrumptious reward? I was just the example of motherhood perfection. Just ask my daughter. Not. She probably wants to smother me with a thick piece of meat. Suck on that mom. And choke.
Ahhhh. i feel better. how is everyone else?
On to veggie business. It has come to my attention that a lot of meat eaters out there feel the need to express their love for meat at any opportunity. Well, once they know you are a veggie. I've wondered about it ever since lunch. Not a long time in carnivore years but I think veggie years are = to dog years because it seems like I've thought about it for hours. oh wait....
I'm in the lunch room minding my own veggie business and eating my yummy veggie lunch (fake chicken patty w/ avocado & lettuce on whole wheat & a side of carrots for all you that are curious) when a friend of mine asked how the veggie trek is going. I love it when i get asked this question because it allows me to profess my love for veggie ism and how great I feel without feeling like I am rubbing it in a not-so-great feeling meat eaters face. Because I'm not. really. I'm just very excited about the awesomeness I feel and I want everyone to feel this way. (this of course excludes the crappy "I suck as a mom" feeling that i bring on by own accord. for some reason, the veggies cannot perfect this no matter how many broccoli's I shovel down my throat). As I'm sharing with my friend, a co-worker pops up from the book she was buried in to exclaim, "I couldn't live without meat" and then back down into the book grave she goes. Hmmmmm. Ok. I guess I could have asked her to elaborate but, to be honest, i didn't really want to. It was a conversation killer. That one sentence sucked out every nutrient and vitamin in the room. My friend went back to reading her magazine and eating her own defrosted lunch while I cleaned up and left the room.
Then I thought about it ALL. DAY. LONG. Seems like forever in dog-veggie years. It made me realize that this life sucking sentence has been meat clevered into my conversations more than once. How strange that it just now made such an impression. The dead silence maybe? Uh, my first clue. I pondered.
And then I realized, horror of horrors, that I also am guilty of being of being a life sucker. Now, surprise of all surprises, I didn't beat myself up too much about this. After all, I had been a carnivore my entire life and only a veggie now for two weeks so I cut myself a little slack. However, I will apologize to my vegan friend if I ever killed an inspiring, veggie-love filled conversation with a stupid comment like, "I love meat. Me couldn't live without me (grunt-grunt)", as I hitch up my pants over my meat loving ass and wipe the spittle from my chin.
I'm just kidding. No spittle. The ass though - oh yes. Laugh if you want but I'm sure all you steak lovers have heaved and hoed your pants over your ass and then proceeded to do the jean squat across your bedroom. You know who you are. Can I get a hee-haw??
So, I'm not going to be too hard on those that say it to me either but I am still trying to figure it out. Why is that necessary? Is it said to establish some type of hierarchy on the food chain? You know, meat eaters on top and all the veggie eating - tree huggers on the bottom? Or is that statement supposed to sum it all up? It doesn't require any further commentary or explanation like veggie ism does because well, meat speaks for itself? Moooooo. Oink. Oink. Or maybe, just maybe for some, not all mind you, but some, could it be their desperate stance in a conversation they don't understand and makes them uncomfortable? Hmmmm. Chew on that carrot stick.
Before I get accused of veggie stuck-upism, think about it. Meat eaters don't have to defend their food habits. Or where they shop. Or what they substitute (soy, tofu, oh my!). No one asks them how they get their protein. Or calcium. Or iron. No one wonders how on earth they live without sugar, or try to anyway. (Damn that high fructose corn syrup! they sneak that shit into everything!!!) No one asks because in a meat eaters world, it is assumed they are doing it right. It is assumed they know what they are eating and how it affects their body. It is assumed they are superior.
But what if they're not? What if they are wrong and the veggies are right? What if the FDA and the USDA and the CIA and the FBI, oh wait. not those guys. We know they are ALWAYS right.
But what if they're not? What if it is just about money? I mean, it is a business and business is money. Or there's no business. Hmmmm. Something to think about, something to ponder. What are you eating? Why are you eating it? What is in it and hey, how do you feel afterwards? It's your body. We only get one. Maybe we shouldn't treat it like a trash can. Or a pig trough.
Maybe we should tend to it like we do our gardens.
Put that celery stick in your mouth - and choke on it
Ahhhh. i feel better. how is everyone else?
On to veggie business. It has come to my attention that a lot of meat eaters out there feel the need to express their love for meat at any opportunity. Well, once they know you are a veggie. I've wondered about it ever since lunch. Not a long time in carnivore years but I think veggie years are = to dog years because it seems like I've thought about it for hours. oh wait....
I'm in the lunch room minding my own veggie business and eating my yummy veggie lunch (fake chicken patty w/ avocado & lettuce on whole wheat & a side of carrots for all you that are curious) when a friend of mine asked how the veggie trek is going. I love it when i get asked this question because it allows me to profess my love for veggie ism and how great I feel without feeling like I am rubbing it in a not-so-great feeling meat eaters face. Because I'm not. really. I'm just very excited about the awesomeness I feel and I want everyone to feel this way. (this of course excludes the crappy "I suck as a mom" feeling that i bring on by own accord. for some reason, the veggies cannot perfect this no matter how many broccoli's I shovel down my throat). As I'm sharing with my friend, a co-worker pops up from the book she was buried in to exclaim, "I couldn't live without meat" and then back down into the book grave she goes. Hmmmmm. Ok. I guess I could have asked her to elaborate but, to be honest, i didn't really want to. It was a conversation killer. That one sentence sucked out every nutrient and vitamin in the room. My friend went back to reading her magazine and eating her own defrosted lunch while I cleaned up and left the room.
Then I thought about it ALL. DAY. LONG. Seems like forever in dog-veggie years. It made me realize that this life sucking sentence has been meat clevered into my conversations more than once. How strange that it just now made such an impression. The dead silence maybe? Uh, my first clue. I pondered.
And then I realized, horror of horrors, that I also am guilty of being of being a life sucker. Now, surprise of all surprises, I didn't beat myself up too much about this. After all, I had been a carnivore my entire life and only a veggie now for two weeks so I cut myself a little slack. However, I will apologize to my vegan friend if I ever killed an inspiring, veggie-love filled conversation with a stupid comment like, "I love meat. Me couldn't live without me (grunt-grunt)", as I hitch up my pants over my meat loving ass and wipe the spittle from my chin.
I'm just kidding. No spittle. The ass though - oh yes. Laugh if you want but I'm sure all you steak lovers have heaved and hoed your pants over your ass and then proceeded to do the jean squat across your bedroom. You know who you are. Can I get a hee-haw??
So, I'm not going to be too hard on those that say it to me either but I am still trying to figure it out. Why is that necessary? Is it said to establish some type of hierarchy on the food chain? You know, meat eaters on top and all the veggie eating - tree huggers on the bottom? Or is that statement supposed to sum it all up? It doesn't require any further commentary or explanation like veggie ism does because well, meat speaks for itself? Moooooo. Oink. Oink. Or maybe, just maybe for some, not all mind you, but some, could it be their desperate stance in a conversation they don't understand and makes them uncomfortable? Hmmmm. Chew on that carrot stick.
Before I get accused of veggie stuck-upism, think about it. Meat eaters don't have to defend their food habits. Or where they shop. Or what they substitute (soy, tofu, oh my!). No one asks them how they get their protein. Or calcium. Or iron. No one wonders how on earth they live without sugar, or try to anyway. (Damn that high fructose corn syrup! they sneak that shit into everything!!!) No one asks because in a meat eaters world, it is assumed they are doing it right. It is assumed they know what they are eating and how it affects their body. It is assumed they are superior.
But what if they're not? What if they are wrong and the veggies are right? What if the FDA and the USDA and the CIA and the FBI, oh wait. not those guys. We know they are ALWAYS right.
But what if they're not? What if it is just about money? I mean, it is a business and business is money. Or there's no business. Hmmmm. Something to think about, something to ponder. What are you eating? Why are you eating it? What is in it and hey, how do you feel afterwards? It's your body. We only get one. Maybe we shouldn't treat it like a trash can. Or a pig trough.
Maybe we should tend to it like we do our gardens.
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