I had an all-day meeting at my soulless corporate job, and it was determined that we only needed a fifteen minute break for lunch, since it was catered. Now, we have a great food service at work, and the cafeteria always has delicious vegan options, and I was kinda dismayed to find that in the meeting I had my choice of sammiches: turkey, chicken, and salmon. I ran out to grab some food, and said sweetly to the organizer, it would have been nice to get a vegetarian option up in this piece, and she said, oh, you're vegetarian? You can eat the fish. I have a lot of vegetarian friends, and they all eat fish.Thank you for telling me that. I have only been vegetarian for TWENTY MOTHERF*CKING YEARS, vegan for six, and I am so INTERESTED to know that I can eat fish.
But really, it's my fault. People used to give me the "I'm vegetarian, but I still eat fish" business, and I would argue with them that they just didn't care to eat chicken or beefs, but after repeated ridiculous conversations, black eyes, and hurt feelings, I gave up. I gave up, and through years of misuse, the word has lost its original meaning and understood implication, which is that I don't eat animals. It would be like saying, oh, I'm Christian, but I judge other people and try to pervert the laws to hurt people who don't agree with me.
Well, maybe I can think of a better example later.Apologies to my loved ones for a distinctly bloggy entry. I'm just angry! And hongry!
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