Sometimes those thoughts just keep on niggling. Rachel Walker spits them out.
SINCE BECOMING VEGAN last year after the majority of my childhood as a vegetarian, I still feel like an outsider. I’m most definitely still learning, but there’s some things on both sides of the food fence that get me even more confused.
• I want to loudly shout the ‘v’ word to people who question my lifestyle choice, so that I can firmly slam the door on the awkward verbal prodding that will otherwise no doubt follow. Just leave me and my salad alone!
• I have never partaken in watching animal cruelty videos. Maybe it’s a mental block, but I can’t sit and watch something I care about get brutalised on any scale. Not even those SPCA rescue shows that my Nana loves to watch.
• I’ve tried ‘meat substitutes’ and I don’t like many of them. Especially the overly realistic ones where you struggle to tell the difference. I didn’t make my lifestyle choice so that I could pretend to eat chicken tenders. The logic is so very lost on me.
• I don’t agree that eggs and fish are part of a vegetarian diet. And I won’t change my mind on the matter. As far as fish goes, stop trying to jump on the ‘v’ bandwagon – you’re wildly misinformed, just ask those mermaids.
• “Thou shall not kill” does not have a side-note that says: “But those pesky animals, those are fine, just don’t forget to eat their babies, drink their milk and then go on your merry way”.
• And I’ve recently found out the potato chips I’ve been eating for a very long time possibly have flavour enhancers derived