Sorry dear reader, bear with me a moment. This meat eater is gonna say something I never thought I would utter:
So, um, I’m not so sure about this whole eating meat thing anymore.
WOAH, seriously?! Slow down Katie, where did that come from?
This is a recent thing for me, I’m trying to process how I feel about it, and more importantly, what I’m gonna do about it.
What started it?
I watched it yesterday, on Netflix, with an equal mix of amusement, horror, and curiosity. How do you get all of those emotions out of one film?
Just watch it, then you’ll get it.
A little excerpt from the director:
“Food is culture. Food is emotion. Food is one way that we communicate our values, priorities, and ideals. It comprises a large part of how we interact with each other, and if you rock that boat by being different, then get your fork ready; whether you’d like to or not, you’re about to get into a food fight. I like to call them “omniwars.”
To me, Vegucated is about the shift that happens when you sit at one side of the dinner table, looking at the vegan on the other side with amusement, envy, or perhaps, slight horror. Then you receive some information or inspiration and suddenly find yourself on the vegan’s side of the table, seeing the dinner in a whole new light.”
To be clear, I’m not going to run out tomorrow and declare myself a vegan.
It made me think though. . .
What exactly am I putting into my body?
If it’s meat or dairy. . . what did the animals go through for me to enjoy that double cheeseburger (that is frankly garbage for me anyways). Were they treated with respect? Probably not. . .
How does what I shove into my pie-hole affect my health?
How will it affect the health of future generations?
How will it affect the health of our world?
Are you still reading? Did you run screaming for the hills, clutching your steak and screaming, “They can take my freedom, but they can never take my steak!”
That would be overly dramatic of you
I would laugh at you
So don’t do that
Thanks for reading. Now go watch the film on Netflix or wherever, come back here, and tell this girl what you think!
For the record, I have always, and will always, despise Brussels sprouts.