In response to my last post, sister Carol (my sibling, not a nun) asked, “But why the gratuitous slap at omnivores’ intelligence at the end of your post? One can drink cow’s or goat’s milk and believe it to be beneficial without being at the same time a dupe of the dairy industry.”
My diatribe was aimed not at milk drinkers (I adore milk. I only finally gave it up when I heard someone refer to it as “liquid meat” — ugh — and pointed out that even the happiest of organically fed, nutured dairy cows give birth to male calves that are sold into the regular meat industry), but at those who question vegetarian/vegan diets in a manner that is calculated to show the veg-eater the error of their ways, and I only did that because I’ve recently run into several in just one or two days, at the grocery store (the clerk, no less, who shouldn’t be asking people about their dietary habits to begin with), online, and at a couple of get-togethers.
But the nosiness of the few is no excuse for lashing out at innocent blog readers. I apologize for being the kind of vegetarian I always swore I’d never be–the prickly, righteous kind. If you ever catch me sniffing suspiciously at a cup of soup — either at a restaurant or in someone’s home — and asking “is this beef broth*” in a whinging tone of voice, whack my head.
*Yes, it probably is beef broth. The world does not have to bow to your eating habits and you should just assume that non-vegetarian people/places use meat-based broths and either shut up and eat it or not, or order something else.**
**See, I can be irritable on both sides of the coin. And it probably has more to do with the grading piled on my desk than with the issue at hand.