Wednesday, November 8, 2006

What do you mean, "No Meat"


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So, being a vegetarian guy in a society that equates meat with masculinity ain’t easy. There’s something about fried pork, steak, and chicken wings that screams “I am man, hear me roar” in a way that tofu, asparagus, and textured vegetable protein … well just don’t.

And, people get confused. Maybe not so much in California, but everywhere else in the country, male vegetarianism is considered a disorder and could be considered symptomatic of depression, dementia, depleted testosterone levels, inclination toward an irrational enjoyment of Barbara Streisand, and perhaps even taken as an early sign of the Apocalypse. I tried explaining to my grandfather that I didn’t eat meat, and our exchange went something like:



He: No meat?









Me: Yep









Chicken?









No, no meat at all.









What about fish?









Still, no.









What do you eat?









A lot of stuff – bread, vegetables, cakes. Stuff.









Are you gonna die?









So, not so encouraging necessarily, but that’s life sometimes. That being said, it’s the 21st century, and people should be able to trade in the sausages for the soysages regardless of gender. I mean, there were lots of famous male vegetarians. Gandhi, for example. He wasn’t the most buff dude in the world, but anybody who can stand up to an empire gets props in my book. That guy from super-size me, too.

I don’t know that he was actually a vegetarian, but I can’t imagine that after his horrific experience with McD’s he could look at a burger again without making a dash for the bathroom. Anyway, this shirt is for all those fella’s hold it down for the grilled cheese, hold the bovine. (I don't know if I would wear it, but if you're bold)

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