i just got back from a long and sort of fancy dinner in a nice restaurant that is probably the least vegan friendly place in new york. to their credit they did make me some nice vegan stuff, but almost everything on the menu had some sort of strange animal part in it. my friends had lambs tongue and sweet breads (brains) and osso buco (some sort of leg) and duck and etc. i had green salad and some spaghetti.
but it was a nice evening and i made a point of not proseltyzing about my veganism.
it is so odd to look at a menu and see things that for me just aren’t food. i’ve been vegan now for 16 years, so now when i think of meat i don’t even imagine it as being food.
to me it’s just odd. the idea of actually eating meat just seems so foreign, kind of like eating a tire or a lightbulb in the sense that neither tires, lightbulbs, or meat seem like food to me. i certainly don’t look down on people who choose to eat meat. we live in a democratic world and people make whatever lifestyle decisions that seem right to them within the context of the law. so i don’t judge. as i’ve said before, i would love to live in a world where everyone was vegan and wherein animals weren’t used for human purposes. but we don’t live in such a world. and i don’t want to be the annoying person at the dinner table reminding people of the horrors that went into creating their food. for they could just as easily reprimand me for the horrors that are involved in creating cd’s, or t-shirts. so far be it from me to judge.
right? no?
yes?
now it’s kind of late and i’m kind of sleepy so i’m going to kind of go to bed and kind of get some sleep.
-moby
