Meatless: confessions of a vegetarian

[lilmissnever]

It's ten thirty and I'm not in the shower. I'm not looking for eyeshadow the color of Dorothy's shoes. I'm not rifling through the blood-stained lingerie drawer for something to wear to MEAT. It's ten thirty and I have to admit to myself that I'm not going to MEAT. I'm not going anywhere. I haven't been anywhere all day

Comments

[mikeys]

...for a brief moment, when i read the title i thought we'd lost you to vegetarianism ;)

[lilmissnever]

I'm mostly vegetarian. I've been mostly vegetarian for years, but that's not because I have anything against meat - I just really like vegetables.

And sushi. I will never renounce my love for sushi.

[voxsjournal]

You know, you seem to get sick every year, maybe more than every year. Have you considered that perhaps you're not designed for a chilly, damp climate and would be better served living someplace a little warmer and drier? I bet you'd never be sick if you lived in LA, but then you'd probably want to kill yourself, and that would be no good.

Oh, and you forgot a political aspect of vegetarianism: see The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory by Carol J. Adams.

[lilmissnever]

I'm especially prone to the Death Cough. I am not a creature with very strong lungs to begin with (which makes all my running miles and miles on the stupid little treadmill that much funnier) and I have a habit of ignoring my illness until it goes away. Ignoring a cough until it goes away is, as it turns out, a brilliant way to turn it into bronchitis.

Winter in Ess Eff is especially unpleasant this year. We're no longer a Medditerranean climate, you know - no cool summer and warm, wet winter here.

I ought to retire to a nice, tropical island, mister vox. I will sit on the beach, drink fancy drinks with paper umbrellas in them, and compose witty little essays on the demise of Western civilization. I will die in my 40's from skin cancer.