This nice little comic strip is from Lara over at Lola Lollipop. It reminds me that, however I feel about eating quality vegetarian food and maintaining an exercise regime that sustains the svelt, debonair figure you see on my contact page, whatever anyone else wants to eat is none of my damn business.
Obviously there are shades of politically incorrect food - Foie Gras and the like being at the extreme end of the scale. But honestly, are you really going to tell other people what to eat? Where do you stop with that philosophy? In order to be consistent in your approach you’d have to tell people how to behave in public, what kind of jobs to choose, which mode of transport to take, and which side to dress on (one for the gentlemen). What am I, your mother? Work it out dumbo.
Next you’ll be telling people which party to vote for. But what if you, like most vegetarians, have extreme right wing views? That’s a good way to lose friends.
I always hated that Billy Joel song where he says this is my life go ahead with your own life leave me alone. Think it’s called 52nd Street. But he has a point. Leave me alone.
Wonder if there’s a vegetarian equivalent of Foie Gras. Would probably involve stuffing pumpkins or something and therefore be considered cruel by many veggies.
Maybe I could start a new political party. Non-Fascist Vegetarians. Not likely to get much support from meat-eaters though. And other vegetarians wouldn’t know what non-fascist meant.
- George
