Most vegetarians feel very strongly about their lifestyle choice. There are so many documentaries, films, and articles written on the subject. Poor, defenseless animals being slaughtered for our own gluttony. Meat going bad for lack of sale, while other countries have people starving. Animals being cloned for mass-production, producing frightening specimens that are simply unnatural. For decades, advocates of vegetarianism have fought to spread the word of their healthy, kill-free lifestyle. I commend these people.
On the other hand, I hate people who claim to be vegetarians because they are against the killing of animals when, in reality, they just don’t like meat. I don’t like the taste of lamb, but you don’t hear me saying it’s because of Mary’s little friend.
I used to be friends with a girl, Hollie, who was grossed out by meat. Yes, grossed out. That just made me grossed out by her. Whereas I begin salivating at the very thought of a juicy, flavorful, medium-rare steak, a big, thick cheeseburger, or a scrumptious roast beef or pot-roast, this girl was nauseated by it all. It didn’t help matters much that she went away to college. College cafeterias are usually known for their mystery meats.
One day, Hollie decided that she Continue reading