At party nasty vegan opens fridge door

The nasty vegan searches every opportunity to judge, in the spirit of “never wasting a good judgement”. And on top of the value judgements they’ll pile enough righteous indignation to stymie any real chance of a conversation on this subject. They find any excuse to launch a full-frontal-attack-cum-diatribe. The worst of them are nasty preacher-types, who like to see the omnivore squirm. We do like a nice bit of ‘revenge’!
For the very, very, nasty vegans, judging is quite a thrill. It’s intoxicating. But, like being pissed all night and hung over the next morning, we may realise too late that we’ve slipped into sermon-mode. So much for conversation when the resident vegan turns it pear shaped.
The trouble is, talking deeply about something like Animal Rights or Vegamnism is rare. When there’s a chance we grab it a little too hard. And that enthusiasm shows and it’s a waning signal to all, that a conversation is turning into a diatribe. It’s probably the same with anyone who knows their own subject and loves to rave on about it. Take a parson on religion or an engineer on bridges, it’s almost guaranteed that if you give them an inch they’ll take a yard, and bore you silly. Worse if they’re funny. Jokes act like fly-trap glue, intended to ‘hold the audience’; give a talkative vegan a chance to have their say and they’ll often be witty or cutting. Delicious on one level, sharply painful on another.
Okay, well I suppose it’s obvious where this is heading. When vegan are ‘at their best’ that’s also where the worst damage can be done. This is where we sound most interesting but in reality where our ‘listener’ stops identifying with us. This is where they conclude that we are predictable ... where they graduate towards “not being at all sure if I like this person”.
After which, and for ever onwards, this vegan (and by association all vegans) smell so badly that they’ll be avoided in future.