I’ve been thinking a lot about veganism lately.
Here’s the thing: I can come up with about four dozen or so comedy reasons to keep eating meat. I can say, and I do say, that not eating meat deprives animals of a purposeful death, that it robs their death of meaning. I can continue to tell people that if I don’t buy that pack of sausages someone else will, so nothing really changes. I can go on.
But really, there are only two reasons I eat meat - it’s tasty, and it’s affordable. In that order. I like, I actively like, not having to think too hard about what’s in a chicken sandwich. It’s chicken and bread. Lovely. Shift to a vegetarian worldview and the chicken becomes a no-go, which means I have to substitute it with some kind of vegetable. Shift to a vegan worldview, though, and even the bread becomes a sticking point.
That’s not easy to do. Not just as a human being, as a creature who has become accustomed to just doing the easy thing, but as a person whose entire existence is predicated on the most shoestring of budgets. As a person who, right now, is wearing shoes that are falling apart because I can’t afford to replace them right now. I can’t justify spending an additional $2-6 on a vegan-friendly bread alternative when, at any moment, I could have to walk home from work barefoot.
That being said, I understand entirely why people shift to a vegan diet. I get the ethical and/or moral decision. I grok the dietary benefits. I get it. It’s just not for me. Not full time, at any rate.
There are people in my life whom I care about a great deal for whom this is very important, and I have opted for a “when in Rome” attitude in their presence be a use, y’know, they matter to me. But I am thinking on it.
I don’t know that I could go full-time vegan. Vegetarian, maybe. Possibly. It’s not impossible.
That is all.
A Foursquare account where the user has only ever checked in to his work, his home, and a single 24-hour Denny’s.
One day, he checks into work in the morning. But he doesn’t check in at home.
Three weeks later, he checks in at an Arby’s in Salt Lake City. It is not glamorous. It is not exciting.
But its the start of something new.