Image credit: Cow puzzle t-shirt design.
Last night during our vegetarian BBQ we were talking about meat. We talk about meat a lot these days as Lauca is very curious about meat at the moment. Already she has realised that meat pushes buttons for her parents because we’re vegetarian and we really want her to be vegetarian too. Meat is everywhere – books, TV shows, and toys all depict meat eating so you’ll excuse us if we generate a little propaganda of our own.
Almost everyone we know is a meat eater and so our explanations have had to become increasingly complex with her growing awareness - “meat is for dogs and cats and tigers to eat, and some relatives”. But last night, finally a little exasperated with her conversation about meat I said to her that to get meat you have to hurt an animal and I said Hurt. An. Animal. in a very serious tone.
What did she do? She did what anyone does at dinner with a vegetarian-for-ethical-reasons when they hear a heartfelt proclamation. She looked at me for a moment and then totally changed the subject. No, we don’t kill animals but we do kill fun.
har har har. This title/end line reminds me of the University of Chicago t-shirt: “UChicago, where fun ocmes to die” I always freaking loved that t-shirt.
Great story.
Oh, so funny. I’ve been a situational vegetarian at times (I’m saying that in making fun of myself because it’s lame), but Martin has come to the conclusion that he doesn’t want to eat animals after seeing one of those trucks loaded with chickens going by on the highway…. I told him the truth about it. (But saying that those chickens were going to a glorious farmyard to play chicken-games all day did cross my mind.)
I’m not vegetarian, but I fear Hungry Boy (4) is going to turn into one very soon, as he is constantly asking things like, “why did this chicken have to die, mummy?” when we eat dinner. You’re probably cheering, but I’m fearing having to feed someone who refuses to eat fruit or vegetables (except chips).
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