I would love to be a vegetarian, it’s seriously a life dream of mine. There’s something that seems so cool about being able to say “sorry, I don’t eat meat”. Glamorous, even. I’ve tried vegetarianism on for size a few times over the years, and quite enjoyed it, but then along comes the flaw in my plan. See, the thing is, I cannot stand food aimed at vegetarians. Vegie-burgers? No thank you. Tofu? I’d rather eat my own vomit. Faux-meat? Don’t get me started. I can’t even look at vegetables such as Eggplant, Cauliflower or potato, either.
I walk past all these items in the supermarket longingly, wanting with all my heart to take them home with me, replace all meats with them. Then my gag-reflex kicks in, and reminds me just how much of a bad idea that would be.
When I was in year seven, I discovered peta2, which is basically PETA for teens. I loved it. They had cute shirts with slogans like “happy families not happy meals (with pictures of chickens)” and “I am not a nugget (again, with pictures of cute chickens)”. Those two probably weren’t the best example, as well, I have chicken nuggets for lunch three out of five days a week, and love me a happy meal when I can, but anyway. My personal favourite, however, is this one:
And as I don’t actually eat anything that comes from a pig, I could totally wear it without being hypocritical.
You can see more merch here, here and here.
Anyway, I’ll go and eat my tacos for dinner, and revel in their deliciousness, but all the while be slightly disappointed when I see someone buying vegetarian food and hear the kids at school talking about their vegetarianism. Keep feeling sad when I see a little calf or lamb in a paddock. Maybe as I get older my taste buds will develop into liking the food. I can only dream…
frangipani princess xoxo