The other day a lady called me disgusting because I was eating meat. She was drunk, at a local tavern, eating a salad that she had picked the bacon pieces out of and thrown on the ground in protest. She insulted me in that passive aggressive kind of way most minorities utilise in their attacks, in that it wasn’t quite abusive enough to warrant me getting angry – but it was in no way a joke either. It was obvious she was proud of her efforts, which made me think she was one of those week long activists who abandon a cause as often as they change their sheets. We went on to have a lengthy discussion about how eating meat is disgusting, cruel and one of the most foul human traits we have adopted over time. I’m pretty sure she farted at one point during the conversation, but I guess that was just another facet of her all natural approach to life. There was not a single point in my 20 minute discussion with her that I felt like we were reaching an agreement, maybe because I occasionally gave her confidence by saying that I respect vegans efforts in the fight against animal cruelty. Statements like this just got her more riled up in her own cause.
Eventually, she walked out and got into an oversized Landcruiser, belting off down the road in a smoke filled departure. Obviously focusing all her energy on the vegan lifestyle had resulted in a complete disregard for things like pollution, but who was I to judge. Then again, it can’t be all that easy mustering up energy from a diet of greens. Perhaps that’s why she was such an angry human being.