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Skinny Bitch

I made the mistake of getting Skinny Bitch from the library during finals week, so of course I spent all afternoon yesterday reading it instead of memorizing Gothic cathedrals!  Totally worth it though, I loved the book!

I was expecting it to be entertaining, but I assumed I wouldn’t be surprised by the information…but I was wrong! It was full of really well-researched and straightforward information on diet & health–lots on chemicals, organics, hormones, the saga of aspartame, the evils of the USDA…the list goes on.  And I thought they did an excellent job of present veganism as a really healthy and logical way of life–although I wonder how I would respond if I didn’t already agree with them.  

There’s been a lot of controversy about the book, not only because of the vegan aspect, but because of the “anti-feminist” title.  But the authors make a big point of saying several times that the title is meant to draw attention (and it works!), not to reinforce body image myths.  Obviously, they talk a lot about losing weight, but they are more focused on overall health as a lifestyle, not a diet.  Anyway, a great book, quick & fun, and I would recommend it to anyone! 

Birthday Presents!

Yesterday was my birthday–22!  May birthdays tend to be overshadowed by all the other things going on in May, like exams, end of school, and (this year!) graduation…so I didn’t do anything very exciting, but it was nice to have a good excuse for a lazy day!  I did get some very exciting presents–one of the best things about presents is remembering how well your friends know you!

A present to myself: a new Klean Kanteen water bottle, with a TryVeg sticker on it! 

A “Tea-zer”–hahaha–a nifty travel mug that brews loose leaf tea. Now I can be a tea snob anywhere :)  

This one’s a little dark…but it is a reusable shopping bag! Very exciting!

And a close-up…

 

Cookbooks are always exciting!

I haven’t read the first Skinny Bitch, but this one is entertaining and the recipes look good!

From my friend whose cookie tray I’ve been borrowing all year…

yummmm…

From my parents. I haven’t decided what I’m going to buy yet. It’s a hard decision, because everything at C&B is gorgeous!

There were a few other presents–a beautiful sarong (thanks Andrew!), but I’m going to stop here for now!

Hidden Perks :)

None of these are reasons to go vegan (although some are pretty convincing!), but rather some of the happy surprises about being vegan…

1. You don’t smell!  Seriously, I rarely wear deodorant anymore, and I really don’t smell at all.  Why, you ask? Because I don’t have toxins from rotting flesh oozing out of my pores!

2. You aren’t scared of tofu.  Ok, lots of omnivores eat tofu.  But many of them seem to think it is pure evil in an edible form.  And we know the secret!

3. Two words: COOKIE DOUGH.  Because Salmonella is no longer in your vocabulary. 

4. You don’t have to describe yourself with oxymoronic names like “compassionate carnivore” in order to ease your guilt.  No guilt, and no excuses! 

5. You can basically eat whatever you want (within reason) and not have to worry about getting obese or having high cholesterol. 

6. Fish are friends, not food!  Plus, you can happily watch all the anthropomorphized characters in kids’ movies without having to lie to yourself about their true fate.  

7. Many vegan products are also organic and not produced by huge corporations.  Sweet! Now that’s cutting two carrots with one knife! 

8. You get to use fun vegan-friendly phrases like that one!  Or you can just listen to Colleen do it: Compassionate Cliches Podcast

9. You make awesome vegan friends everywhere you go, because vegans love talking about food!

10. Every once in a while, you think to yourself “Hey, I’m vegan! I don’t eat animals!” It’s a great feeling :)

For more perks, check out this list from VegNews: 222 Reasons to be Veg.

I’ve spent a lot of time wondering why more vegetarians are female. Interestingly, I think the proportion of male/female vegans might be somewhat lower (ie, closer to equal), but overall there  do seem to be less men who are or would even consider going veg.  My question: Why? 

At first I thought, well, duh. Guys are “supposed” to eat meat; they need muscle; they have to be active and dominant…there are all these cultural definitions of what it means to be a man, and one of them is that real men eat meat.  I wasn’t really satisfied with this answer–It felt too easy.  Boiling everything down to a cultural definitions almost seems like a cop-out to me.  So I kept thinking.  Unfortunately, I didn’t pay enough attention to remember my thought process, so I can only tell you want the outcome was. Which, in fact, is rather anticlimactic: It is because of cultural pressures.  But it’s not just that men are “supposed” to eat meat; it’s that women, in many ways, are “supposed” to fit into the stereotypes of a vegetarian.  

In general, mainstream culture thinks of vegetarianism (and especially veganism) as a diet of absence.  That is, vegetarians don’t eat x, y, and z; they subsist on salads and weird Asian (read: un-American) dishes; and they never get enough protein.  Since women are supposed to be weak, skinny, and passive, it’s fine (good, in fact, for the patriarchy) for them to eschew meat*, as long as they continue to serve it to men, which is where the real threat in the vegetarian diet comes from. 

So why on earth would any normal, self-respecting man want to do that? It would make him skinny, weak, passive, feminine, etc.  Real men aren’t picky about their food and only eat vegetables because their mothers or wives make them do it; they would much prefer steak.  Real men don’t eat less; they eat more. I know I’m guilty of assuming that whatever man I’m with will eat anything left on my plate–because men eat anything, and don’t have to worry about staying trim.  Real men eat meat because real mean throughout history have been eating meat–ever since the cavemen first chased down a wooly mammoth. 

All of this makes sense, but, again, it just seems too obvious.  I know so many intelligent, confident, thoughtful, open men who are still surprisingly resistant to vegetarianism.  And many of them would probably be offended at the implication that their choices are based on such popular cultural definitions. But I do think that this pressure to be a “real man” is very present, and often ignored.  

Pondering this, I realized that while women don’t experience the sam expectations to be “real women,” they definitely feel similar pressure to be thin.  Every woman I know is sensitive about her size–even the most confident, intelligent, feminist-leaning woman can’t help but feel the cultural pressure to be thinner (and thus more attractive).  And it’s very convenient that the stereotypes of being vegetarian or vegan fit pretty nicely into those of being female.  Not to say that vegetarian women just want to lose weight, but rather that they don’t have to deal with conflicting stereotypes.  If I knew that going vegetarian was the right thing to do for the animals, the planet, the world, my own health, etc., but that I would probably gain weight, I would definitely hesitate, as I think many women would.  Framed in those terms, it is much easier for me to understand the male resistance to vegetarianism.  Dealing with stereotypes is hard enough, but having to fight against two different ideals–the “real man” and the “vegetarian”–would be very difficult.  

 

*I just have to say that I thought of the phrase “eschew meat” the other day and I think it is so funny! :)

Food Not Bombs

This semester I started Veg Out, a vegetarian club at my college this year, and just this week we brought Keith McHenry to speak on our campus.  McHenry is the co-founder of the Food Not Bombs movement.  He’s an pacificist anarchist, and he’s listed on the FBI’s list of the most dangerous Americans (a fact that he’s very proud of!).  He’s spent almost two years in jail for his work, and has been arrested many times.   What does McHenry do that is so threatening to the FBI?  He serves free vegetarian meals!  Obviously a terrorist activity. 

Food Not Bombs got its start serving meals to the homeless in San Francisco.  Meals are always vegetarian and mostly organic, and all food is recovered from local grocery stores.  Now Food Not Bombs has chapters all over the world–each one operating independently, and decisions are made by consensus.  McHenry now travels the world to show people how to set up a FNB chapter.  In America, FNB groups often work with the homeless, and also serve food at political protests (in keeping with their principles of nonviolent civil resistance).  Recently, chapters have gathered to feed Cindy Sheehan’s protest outside of George Bush’s ranch in Texas, and FNB was also listed by the Red Cross as the official food provider for Katrina victims.  They stayed at the site for 3 weeks serving as many people as possible, including both the Red Cross and FEMA (and got no official thanks afterwards)! McHenry said they had served food next to Arby’s to the clean-up crews after 9/11, and the firefighters preferred the FNB meals because the meat from Arby’s smelled too much like the bodies they had been pulling out of the wreckage. 

His talk was really inspiring, and he was a really interesting guy in general.  I would encourage anyone to have him speak at their event! Check out the website, www.foodnotbombs.net, where you can contact him to speak and also learn how to start your own Food Not Bombs group! 

Meat and Climate Change

Wow–a great article comparing the effect of eating locally vs. eating veg on climate change. Guess which wins? 

http://environment.newscientist.com/article/dn13741-food-miles-dont-feed-climate-change–meat-does.html?DCMP=ILC-hmts&nsref=news1_head_dn13741

Veg for Life?

I almost at bacon at dinner tonight.  There was a “celebrity chef” at our dining hall, and he had made several exciting vegetable dishes.  I took large spoonful of the cabbage without noticing the label (who puts bacon in cabbage, anyway?!), and nearly dropped my fork when I was about to take a bite and suddenly smelled bacon.  It was the first time in almost two years that I’ve come close to accidentally eating meat, and I wasn’t as repulsed as I thought I would be.  I didn’t really want to eat it, but it didn’t seem like a dead pig to me.  It looked and smelled like the bacon I remember my dad cooking on the weekends when I was growing up.  I was sort of annoyed by the incident, and then later on I was looking at the deserts and wishing they didn’t have cream in them (it was a type of fruit cup), and then began thinking “Why am I doing this to myself? Does it really matter? Do I want to spend the rest of my life not eating ‘normal’ things?” I was never passionately sad or angry, more just thoughtful, really considering whether being vegan is something I want to do 100% of the time.  

Partly, I have been in some weird moods recently…I’m graduating from college in a few weeks, and transitions are always hard for me.  So I’m not totally myself.  But apart from that, I’ve also realized that I’ve been thinking of being vegan as something that I want to be for the rest of my life.  I just sort of assume that it is something I will stay with, because everything about veganism feels so right to me.  I am SO excited about finally getting to cook next year; I daydream about my future vegan husband and children, and even a vegan bakery/cafe (ah! wouldn’t that be awesome?!!).  But especially now that I am about to go through such a big change, I am fully aware that I have no idea where the rest of my life will take me.  And I really don’t believe in committing myself to something now when I have no idea what the next 70+ years will look like.  I also know that while I am really excited about animal rights and vegan-related issues right now, this might not always be the case.  I’ve gone through many phases in my life, and what if this is just another one? 

Thinking about all of this, I realize how disappointed I would be in my future self if I ate meat.  It’s like imagining myself beating my children–I can’t picture it, and I don’t even want to think about it.  But then Is think about my original reason for eschewing (no pun intended!) meat–basically, I thought it was disgusting.  I honestly wasn’t thinking about the life or death of the animals I ate, I just felt physically sick when I ate meat, and the thought of eating the body of a dead animal was incredibly repulsive to me.  I knew that meat wasn’t something I wanted in my body.  And I still feel that way.  When I saw the bacon in my cabbage tonight, my first thought wasn’t “Oh, the poor pig”; it was “Ewwww! I don’t want to eat that!”  And even though I sometimes yearn for a non-vegan biscuit or cookie, I am now totally repulsed by the thought of milk and cheese–again, neither are things I want to eat.  Remembering this has helped me deal with the semi-panic I get at the thought that I might one day eat a cow again.  The truth is, I don’t know what I’ll be doing in 10 years, I don’t know what I’ll believe, I don’t know what issues I’ll care about.  But I know, instinctively, that I will not be eating meat.  And I think that’s all the certainty I’m going to get! 

 

Veganizing!

I’m working on shifting all my cosmetics & toiletries over to vegan-friendly brands.  As I’ve mentioned earlier, this is a slow process for me, because I can see myself getting completely overwhelmed and obsessed over the idea of “purification,” and I definitely don’t want that to happen.  So I’m just doing it a little at a time, replacing things as the run out with vegan products.  

This week I bought Kiss My Face olive & aloe body lotion…mmmm…I LOVE lotion and I LOVE olive oil, and lotion with olive oil in it is bliss.  And it was about the same size and price as the Jergens I bought before!

I am also fairly certain that my very favorite lotion ever, Crabtree & Evelyn Hand Therapy, is vegan!  Really, this is the best lotion I’ve ever used.  So creamy, it goes right into your skin.  And the scents are always nice without being overpowering. 

I also restocked on Tom’s of Maine Spearmint Toothpaste–another thing I’ve been using for a while that happily turns out to be vegan!  The spearmint flavor is delicious, and this toothpaste just feels so clean.  It is weird to use regular Colgate toothpaste after getting used to Tom’s.  You can definitely taste all the sugar they put in mainstream toothpaste, which makes me really skeptical of how well it can actually clean my teeth! 

That’s it for now…like I said, I’m going for baby steps!  Here’s the PETA website for companies that don’t test on animals: http://www.peta2.com/STUFF/s-cf.asp.  I also just google the product name with “vegan” and usually get a few sites that say whether it’s vegan or not. 

I Love Food

Hrmm…I wanted a heart symbol in the title, but I really hate it when people use the word heart as a verb, so I’ll just stick with love. 

I was talking with a vegan friend the other day and we both realized that we love food so much more than we did when we ate meat.  I’ve been through various stages where I really just hated thinking about food.  I had few things I really enjoyed eating, and so many of my meals seemed to make me feel sick or just grossly full afterwards.  And then I would get hungry a few hours later and have to do it all over again.  I used to wish I could just take a pill or an energy drink or something and never have to eat again. 

I also thought of myself as a very picky eater.  My extended family could never remember which type of meat I would or would not eat; I was always worried a baby chicken would fall out of an egg I cracked; I never drank soda; I didn’t like overly sweet things like donuts and cupcakes…the list goes on.  I always felt a little guilty for being so particular–it seemed to be a terrible fault of mine.  

But now I feel like a completely different person: I will basically eat (or at least try!) anything that’s vegan. And I like–and often love–almost all the dishes I eat.  My “pickyness” no longer seems arbitrary or annoying, and the things I will and won’t eat are very simple: anything without animal products in it.  (Also, very little junk food, and that’s not because I’m terrified of fat–it really just grosses me out.)  I’ve realized that being sensitive about what I eat is definitely not a fault, and it has really expanded my perspective of both myself and the world.  

Not only do I feel more at peace with myself now that I have a simple and logical explanation for what I eat, but I really just love food in general.  I daydream about cooking, I love finding recipes, and walking down the produce aisle is totally mesmerizing. This love of food, this feeling that eating is a wonderful joy rather than a bothersome duty, is totally new to me, and it’s so refreshing to think back to the days when I hated food and see how much I have changed.  Yay for plants! 

 

All the Small Things

Often, when I am with friends or at a party or something, I get offered a non-vegan snack or desert–most people get that I don’t eat cheese, but they forget that there are also plenty of animal products in cookies, muffins, snack foods, etc.  My first reaction is automatically ‘No-it’s not vegan, so I won’t eat it.’  So I turn it down politely…but then, as I watch someone else eating a non-vegan muffin (or whatever), I begin to question myself.  I remember when I was fine eating any sort of muffin or cookie, and then I think ‘Why not eat it? Does it really matter that much?’  Me not eating a muffin with an egg in it is not going to change anything about the life of the chicken.  And the cow that produced the butter is probably already dead, so it doesn’t matter whether I eat it or not.  Anyway, it’s only a small muffin with a tiny bit of butter in it, so it almost doesn’t even count.  And if I don’t eat it, someone else will. And so on.  

Then I realize what I am doing: I am making my choice to be vegan into something that is only about what food I “can’t” eat, which in turn makes me feel (and appear) like some ascetic monk.  Which, of course, is really not my motivation, and nor is it how I feel 95% of the time. So then I think to myself: ‘Why am I doing this? Or, rather, what is it that I am not doing?’  It is not the egg that I really care about–it is the chicken that produced it.  And I just don’t think it is right to treat the chickens as we do and then take their eggs and consume them without a second thought. ‘But (I think to myself) this chicken has already suffered and is already dead. Me not eating this one little muffin is not going to change anything.’  True, but it is not consistent with what I believe. I don’t want to consume the egg, I don’t want to support the system it comes from, and I don’t want to be someone who just accepts food as food without thinking about what it really is.  And even though this one act of abstention seems insignificant, it is part of a larger act that truly does impact animals as well as the people who witness it.  So end the end, my choice to not eat an egg is more about me than it is about that individual chicken–not any sort of purification thing (although eggs do kind of disgust me!), but really about a way of thinking and living that I want to follow. 

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