15 Marzo

I love being vegan. It gives me such happiness to know that I lead a cruelty free lifestyle. I was looking at St. Patrick's day recipes today and saw one for lamb stew. Lamb stew. For real? Lambs are pretty much as cute and playful as baby animals go. I would love for anyone who actually goes out of their way to eat lamb, to spend a day with a lamb and then watch it be butchered, or better yet butcher it themselves, and then try to eat it. I try not to harp on people for their lifestyle choice because I would absolutely hate for anyone to try and tell me any differently, but I just see so much hypocrisy with this subject.
I have been on the other end. I have spent the majority of my life eating meat, but I also spent a good deal of time raising my own animals to be used for meat. I spent every day with them, went to the butcher and watched them get shot in the head only to then see each of their legs being sawed off before my very eyes. At the time, I was trying to be tough and pretended that none of it bothered me. But I loved my pigs, I was a little girl for crying out loud. Having "been there and done that" I'm pretty sure that I have all of the right in the world to choose a vegan lifestyle for, probably the rest of my life.
I love not supporting the bojangle meat industry. I love not putting unhappy and uncared for animals in my body. I even love that my family has to think extra hard about where we should eat or what should we have for thanksgiving dinner in order to accomodate me. I hate how this country is not so open to radicalism which is why I have a hard time finding a restaurant that will satisfy me and whomever I am with, but I suppose that's something that I will always have to deal with. All in all, I love love love making this decision for myself and encourage everyone to at least take a second glance at what they deem acceptable forms of nourishment. I think it's time for a little radicalism.