Because it's been so long (since 1988)--and because it's so big a part of WHO I am--everyone in my life KNOWS that I'm veg. Therefore, I don't have to TALK about my diet, nor do I [as a general rule], it's already a known fact and--for some unknown reason--it provokes the "what did you eat?!" on holidays questions, and the "I LOVE meat too much to ever give it up!" nonsense.
But even peripheral people in my life, like when I used to volunteer at an HIV/AIDS clinic, everybody knew I was veg because it inevitably comes out. Like when some of us would walk two doors down to buy lunch and I had to find something on that menu that didn't have dead animals in it...it just always came out. And next thing you know I'm being asked why I wore leather (I didn't) and all the other stupid questions I mentioned.
I guess after 23 years, I'm just bored, mystified, and--quite frequently--appalled at the things people think it's okay to say. As I mentioned earlier, *I* don't ask THEM for a complete run-down of everything on THEIR holiday menu, so why do they do it to me?
As for the morons I see online with the whole "people eating tasty animals" schtick, the only reason they bother me at all is because I know things they don't know, i.e., how that slab of flesh ended up on their dinner plate. (Or...perhaps...they do know...but don't care.) I figure they wouldn't make such asses of themselves if they knew about the cruelty their eating animals actually causes.
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