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Edited by CJ Tointon
A
lot of people I know have all their bases marked - almost. They’re environmentally aware, they fight for
social justice, they hold healthy political views, they might even sponsor a
child in the Third World.
Unquestionably, they’re concerned and passionate people. They’re comfortable with their image and can
hold their own in any conversation. They
enjoy socialising, they don’t overindulge in intoxicants but they can 'let go'
when necessary. They’ve covered every
corner and act in an all-round intelligent way - almost.
They
can defend their positions because they’ve thought through all the main issues
of the day. They’re neither uninformed,
uneducated, nor uncaring. But within
this 'completion', they’ve settled for one glaring compromise - they won’t talk
about food! Well, not in relation to domesticated animals
being used for the purpose of food. Here’s a subject that brings up too many
'impossibles'.
But
there's no problem, because (so far) they’ve been able to put that little blip
in a 'special box'. They’ve tucked it
away because they can, because everyone does.
Each tacitly agrees that this is one subject which needn’t be gone into. It doesn’t need to be brought up. It’s the silent subject because everyone eats
the same food, wears the same fabric, feeds their pets the same way and shops
for whatever is on sale. It seems that
everyone enjoys the convenience of forgetting uncomfortable truths. They forget that shoes were once the skin of
an animal, that wool is meant to keep sheep warm, that milk is meant for calves
and that hens are not designed to be caged.
They ignore the questionable ingredients in some foods and plead
ignorance of all the other unsavoury details concerning animal husbandry. And as for misinformation! It seems they are told no lies because they
ask no questions. They keep all the irritants in that 'special box'.
However,
it’s like an itch that you just have
to scratch but know if you scratch it, it’ll get worse. So you try to ignore it. That's worked well enough up till now. But lately there’s been a whisper down the
line. It’s faint. You can barely hear it, but it’s there. It’s that same itch we have to scratch
against our better judgement. We hope it
will go away but there’s a feeling that
it won’t. It’s the unexpectedness we
most fear. One single encounter, one
single embarrassing comment can collapse our cool.
The
masses are nervous that their well educated, socially advantaged, middle-class
persona is beginning to fray. All it
needs is for someone to mention, "Sorry, can’t eat that, I’m a
vegetarian". They think
they've got the edge on you then and the
shock wave is enough to accuse you of not being quite 'up-to-date'. And that’s just for vegetarians! Imagine what they feel when you inform them
that you're a VEGAN?
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