The crossroads are no longer uncertain.
Isn’t it amazing what nine months will do? I have direction, purpose, a destination, and a dream. I’ll talk more about that in future posts but my most pressing problem was my blog name. So. Lesson learned: Never name your blog after a period in your life. It doesn’t work. Experiences and emotions are fleeting, and life chops and changes. That’s what happens when you float around on the tides of life; we are all of us only so much flotsam and jetsam awash on the waves of existence. Name your blog after yourself. It could be anything. It could be an aspect of your personality that defines who you are as a person. It could be something you’re really good at. You could name your blog after a project which will make sense to use for the duration of the project. But for heaven’s sake, do yourself a favour. Do not name your blog after an emotion you’re feeling. Don’t name your blog after a period in your life. Don’t name your blog after your age. You’ll get older, your life will change, you’ll be happy again, you’ll have direction and purpose – and then you’ll feel silly.
I’m almost certain that my rant today will be misinterpreted by the vast vegan and vegetarian brigade. I don’t want to start by saying the following words: Hey. I love vegetarians and vegans. They’re amazing people. They’re the salt of the earth. They stand up for what they believe in. They walk the walk as well as talk the talk. Heck. Some of my best friends are vegetarians. Half my FAMILY is vegetarian.
I don’t want to start with that (although I did type the words out, my rant actually starts here) because it appears defensive before I even begin. I have no problems with speaking my mind and I have no issues with your vegetarianism and veganism. Let’s be very clear about that. I’m also not catering especially to the carnivores out there; if you leave comments about how every animal should be butchered and end up on your plate I will delete you and block you from ever being able to comment on my blog again. Either behave with sensitivity and maturity or you meat eaters can piss off too.
What I do have issues with, though, is how quick vegetarians and vegans are to judge me for being a meat eater. Yes, I know. I’m a bit of a hypocrite. I care about animals on the one hand, but I eat some animals on the other. I eat poultry while being unable to eat red meat. I will never eat a baby animal, but I will roast a whole dead chicken with lemons and onions and garlic and enjoy it. I won’t eat lobsters because of how brutally they’re cooked (nothing deserves to be cooked alive, and I don’t care how much less of a gourmet that makes me in your eyes) and I will never eat goose liver pate unless it’s ethical. I’ll never buy anything unless it’s free range, whether it’s an egg or a chicken. I won’t order chicken in a restaurant unless I know it was free range. Anyway, yes. Hello, hypocrite. Don’t bother wasting your words telling me that. I already know.
I understand that you’re passionate about the earth and everything that lives in it. You may not believe this, but I am too! I understand that you’re taking a stand for the things you believe in. You may not understand this, but I do too! I know you think your way of life is the only way forward for the earth. I understand where you come from, even if I don’t agree with you.
You think I’m a hypocrite; I think you’re an idealistic dreamer. I don’t think a day will ever come when people don’t eat the flesh of other things, unless the sun died and wiped the entire universe out. I just don’t think it will happen. Does this mean I’m saying you should stop? For god’s sake. NO. Don’t ever stop doing what you think is right or what you believe in, and don’t bother if the world says you’re wrong. You only have to prove yourself to yourself.
But please, get off your high horse, stand down from your pedestal, and climb down from your ivory tower. You’re not automatically a ‘good person’ because you’re vegan, and I’m not automatically a ‘bad person’ because I’m not. Good and bad are subjective; it’s who you are on the inside that makes you what you are – not what you eat. And remember that acceptance and understanding go both ways; if I made a special effort to cook something vegetarian for you when I made you dinner at my place, I expect you to go to a special effort to accommodate me when you invite me to yours. If you don’t want to cook meat, feel free to order it in. You’re not the only one whose diet needs to be taken into consideration, and a salad and a tiny chickpea cutlet do not constitute ‘dinner’.
The salad was wilted and the cutlet was cold. I was still hungry when I came back home. I don’t think anyone’s (including you, my vegan friend) ever left my home hungry. After all the brouhaha about making sure you’d give me dinner, I sort of expected you to go to more trouble than THAT.
And yeah; you totally hid behind your veganism when I couldn’t hide the look of disappointment on my face. That’s why this rant isn’t about your poor hostessing skills. You’ve done this one time too many, and I’m sorry – I’m not coming to dinner at your place any more.