There are few better ways to spend a warm Saturday evening than a BBQ with your family and a Reds game on TV (especially when they are in a playoff race and winning close games) .
For most people, my parents and my family included, a BBQ means chicken smothered in BBQ sauce, cheese potatoes with grease glistening off the top layer of fatty cheese, and baked beans chunked with the mystery meat our society commonly calls "hot dogs" – my father's secret recipe has a memorable kick on its better days.
A few days ago I called my parents and told them that this Saturday (yesterday) I was going to provide the food for the BBQ. It would look the same, smell the same, and maybe even taste strikingly similar, but it wouldn't have quite as much cholesterol, fat, added hormones, or preservatives with names that most people can't pronounce – all unintentional by-products of the real differences between mine and their food choices – I don't eat meat products and they do.
They were somewhat supportive when I made the change from being carnivorous to vegetarianism. And by "somewhat supportive" I mean they only mildly teased me about my masculinity. When I made the decision to switch to veganism, swearing off the cheese and dairy products I lived off of as a vegetarian, they felt as if they had lost their son (a slight exaggeration). All logical appeals mean very little to them. Meat is part of their way of life.
Commonly people ask me (and I assume other non-meat-eaters) why we do what we do. Sometimes they are genuinely curious. Other times they just want to verbally fight and prove how natural it is to eat meat. I routinely receive Christian lectures from my aging Skyline waitress who can't help but explain to me how God gave us animals to use at our discretion. I never go into it with her.
The truth of the matter is I lost an argument about whether eating meat is good or evil over beers at an Irish pub with my good friend
the Dean of Cincinnati (not actually a vegetarian though he accepts the fact that he is wrong in eating meat). At the time I was a militant "circle of life" meat lover who regularly ordered triple cheeseburgers with bacon – cooked as red as possible. But the Dean explained to me, if you accept one simple premise, pain and suffering are bad things, you must accept eating meat as an evil activity.
I went back and forth with the Dean for a few minutes searching for a loophole, but I ultimately accepted that supporting animal agriculture creates more pain for creatures and that there would be less pain in the world if I called a cease fire against the animals that routinely found their way to my plate. That of course is a simple logical argument. When you consider the other outside factors – personal health and environmental well being especially – the argument solidifies itself.
There are a lot of people in the same boat as the Dean of Cincinnati. These are the types who recognize the pain that is caused and the suffering that is endured by the choices they make at the dinner table. However, that knowledge fails to change their destructive behavior.
There are many who refuse to watch videos like
Meet your Meat that illustrate the plight of animals who are grown to be abused and eaten. They are well aware of what they will see in these videos, but they don't want to see the consequences of their irresponsible choices. Like ostriches with their heads in the sand, they figure not looking will keep the consequences from actualization.
Then of course there is the crowd who hides behind the horrendously fallible banner of "individual choice" who don't give a fuck what happens to anyone or anything but themselves.
Yesterday we were blessed with beautiful weather and a wonderful meal. The meal consisted of "chicken," "riblets," not-dogs, potato salad (made with veganaise of course), salad, and a chocolate mousse built from tofu. Even my parents, who probably haven't had a meatless meal since I was born, enjoyed the menu. My father, always the critic of my "liberal choices," did attempt to grade some of the food poorly in an attempt to show how wrong my veganism is (though of course he went back for seconds and attacked the leftovers this morning). It was probably the healthiest meal they've had in a while.
Tonight they're having fried chicken.
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