Our guests have arrived. They’re eating the floral arrangements.

July 31st, 2007


Those who know me know that I don’t eat meat.

I don’t eat meat for purely sentimental reasons. In other words, I don’t like the idea of killing fwuffy baby wambs. I don’t feel soppy about fish, however, so they are doomed to hit my plate.

I don’t buy the broad stroked “A vegetarian diet is a healthier one” because we evolved as an omnivorous species and therefore meat is part of our natural diet.  It may well be that Western people eat too much meat, but the solution to that is a balanced diet and not one that goes to the opposite extreme. Still, one can live and be functionally healthy on all sorts of diets, without being optimally healthy on a diet that suits your individual nutritional needs and your body’s ability to process food. For example, I can use peanuts as a source of protein and fat. My friend, Pete, on the other hand, can only use them as a source of a particularly distressing visit to the hospital.

I think people should eat what they want to eat without being challenged on the legitimacy of their reasons. I basically don’t eat what I’m not willing to kill myself, but I don’t believe meat is “murder”.

And I certainly don’t think meat eaters are tainted in any way, but not everyone thinks that way. According to research conducted in New Zealand, a growing number of vegans won’t have sex with meat-eaters because their bodies are “made up of dead animals”. Could it be they are taking the terms “pork sword”, “mutton dagger” and “beef curtains” a bit too literally?

Mary Shelley wrote a story about a bloke whose body was made up of dead people, but dead animals? I know many people who eat meat and I’m fairly certain their bodies are made up of living people, rather than dead animals. It’s been a while since I studied biology, but as far as I remember, our cells ultimately contain human DNA and whether you live on lentil soup or raw meat, it’s broken down and rebuilt into human tissue, not animal tissue and not lentil tissue.

Still, a person should shag who they want to shag (assuming mutually consenting adults are involved) and if people who only want to shag vegans only shag other people who only want to shag vegans, well there’s natural selection at work right there.

For those of you who don’t know what a vegan is, here is a definition provided by The Vegetarian Resource Group:

Vegetarians do not eat meat, fish, or poultry. Vegans, in addition to being vegetarian, do not use other animal products and by-products such as eggs, dairy products, honey, leather, fur, silk, wool, cosmetics, and soaps derived from animal products.

Here’s another article that illustrates natural selection at work, sad though the outcome of the story was. I can only conclude that the couple in that article decided they didn’t want their baby to ingest the milk of any kind of animal, including the animal who happened to be the baby’s mother.

Still, I know some vegans and they don’t appear to be bonkers at all.

Bonus points if you can tell me what film the title of this post comes from.

Trackback URI | Comments RSS

Leave a Reply