The pigs were “worth about $75 each.” Sigh. (via Kelly)
Monthly Archives: August 2007
From the WTF?!!! Files:
This week I picked up some O’Soy yogurt, as I occasionally do. But I was stunned when my wife pointed this out on the label:
It reads: “Contains milk (our active live cultures are milk-based).”
Perhaps it was naive of me to assume that soy yogurt would be, you know, non-dairy. But I guess you can’t trust a company who makes the bulk of their money from selling milk. Needless to say, there’s no way I’ll be buying any of their products going forward and they’ll definitely be receiving a call at 1-800-PRO-COWS (happy milk!) tomorrow. Might I encourage you to do the same to register your displeasure? And spread the word?
This is either a new thing or something they just decided to start divulging, as I definitely don’t recall seeing this on the label before.
I’m getting to the point where I feel like I can only trust vegan companies. Maybe Chicago Soy Dairy will start making yogurt?
(Before I go any further, yes, that title is dripping with sarcasm.)
Today I attended a work-sponsored lunch at a nearby resort/conference center. While there was plenty of non-vegan stuff served as part of the buffet, there was enough food there for me to easily fill a plate and feel satisfied. Sure, it was mainly from the “salad” food group, but it was fine.
During lunch, the topic of liverwurst somehow came up at my table. One co-worker asked me, “Would you ever eat it?” I responded, “Now? Hell no.” Another co-worker asked me, “Why?” and I attempted a slight bit of humor in my reply, “Because I don’t eat meat, and that’s a pretty big barrier to trying out liverwurst.” What followed felt like it came from the Totally Not Vegan sketchbook:
Co-worker: Do you eat fish?
Me: Nope. No meat.
Co-worker: (slight look of surprise)
Me: No dairy or eggs, either.
Co-worker: (utterly shocked, shaking head) I couldn’t live like that.
At that point, I stood up and said, “Yes, yes… it is true. I have chosen to deprive myself of all that we as Americans hold dear! I’ve taken it upon myself to sacrifice all my wants and desires for animal flesh and secretions for the betterment of the world! Oh! Woe is me, for I am wasting away in a state of constant hunger and deprivation! How will I ever survive?” And I followed that with a dramatic bow.
Of course that last paragraph was a total lie, but really, isn’t that what we all feel like saying when you get a line like that? You say “I couldn’t live like that!” to someone who’s living in squalor with cat feces piled on top of decade-old newspapers. You don’t say it to someone who simply chooses not to consume animal products (including cat feces piled on top of decade-old newspapers).
Veganism isn’t about deprivation. It’s not about sacrifice. It’s about doing what you know to be right and living your life in a way that is ethically consistent with your beliefs. Period. I can honestly say I’ve never felt deprived. Why? Because I’m not trying to lose weight here, I’m just trying to do what’s right.
A boy who “hated snakes” stomped and killed a 10-foot-long python at a Cincinnati petting zoo.
Yesterday, Josh wrote to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the Big Mac while recounting his own fast food experiences:
I used to have a job giving tours at the computer museum in Boston. There was a McDonalds downstairs right between us and where the Boston Tea Party ship (and annoying reenactments) were.
I used to eat at that McDonalds once a week or so. I was still a year away from going vegetarian at that point, but even then I knew McDonalds was a terrible place to get food. I’d be walking around monitoring one of the galleries or giving a tour thinking about where I was going to eat and invariably my brain would say “McDonalds!” Most days I’d give that cartoon bubble thought above my head the smackdown, but once a week or so I’d give in. I even felt sick before I got there and I knew I’d be dragging ass the rest of the day with all that grease and fat in my stomach. (I would add “death” to that list of things in my stomach, but at the time those thoughts were still in the murky unknown part of my brain trying to reach the surface.)
The one thing I always tell people after they find out that I’m vegan and say, “I could never do that!” is that I would regularly eat two (yes, two) Big Macs for dinner when I was in high school. Back then my metabolism was insane and I never topped 115 pounds. I wasn’t exactly a football player. I was barely a member of the bowling team.
As I was transitioning to vegetarianism, I had a set number of days a month where I’d have only meatless meals. During those days, I always ended up going to Subway for lunch on my “vegetarian days.” I honestly had no idea where else to go for a quick veggie meal in those days.
After going veggie, I kept up with the occasional visit to Subway and even had a few BK Veggies when I was on the road during those first few years.
Today, though, I can honestly say I eat at a fast food restaurant maybe once a year. And that would be a place like Subway during the most dire of situations (a 10pm, middle of nowhere, nothing else open, forgot to pack a Clif Bar, and have to to go the bathroom-type deal). It’s kind of funny to look at the completely different mindsets of High School Ryan and Vegan Ryan even though I still feel like I’m pretty much the same person at my core. I guess it’s like how your body regenerates all its cells every nine years — you’re technically a whole new person, yet you still feel like the same big collection of bio-junk you were back then.
Anyway, I’m glad to be done with fast food restaurants. No more dealing with the funny smell that envelopes you after you’ve been in a Subway. Or the employees not remembering to leave the mayo off of your BK Veggie (back when the burger itself was actually vegan, of course). Or the sticky floors in McDonald’s bathrooms (actually, I still deal with that since that’s the sole reason I’ll go into a McDonald’s).
But there are so many people for whom fast food is still a way of life. It seems so foreign to me now, but I remind myself that it’s just as foreign for others think about life without fast food. It’s a tough gap to bridge without devoting some time and real effort, especially since there are no vegan fast food chains to help ease the transition.
Let’s hear from some long-time vegans: when was the last time you ate at a typical fast food joint? Did you used to be a fast food junkie?