Mark Bittman write in the New York Times about the state of the meat industry. Granted, none of this is that new, especially if you read a lot of Michael Pollan, but it is so many of the reasons to not eat meat—or dramatically cut down on your consumption—are outlined here.
Now, neither Pollan or Bittman are vegetarians, so they don’t completely advocate going completely veggie. When considering the numbers in this article, though, I think it’s either going to take everyone to change their consumption, or a lot of us to make up for other’s laziness by doing more. Me? I think the second option is more likely. But, hey, if you just want to cut down, by all means, do, but keep in mind that you can always cut down a little more. (until you’re all-veggie like us). woot!
I’m a vegan and I’m inconsistent. There, I said it. While no one has directly confronted me on this, I know I’m open to the attack. For example, I don’t eat honey, but nearly all of my vegetables that I eat depend on captive bees. In the process of transporting these hives across country to bring me my tomatoes, up to 10% of the hives’ queens will be destroyed. Not even going into the problems of insecticides on these bees, how can I claim that “no animals were harmed in the preparation of this meal”? I can’t.
The same goes with my very grey line about liquor. Many wines and beers are filtered using isinglass, a substance made from the swimbladders of fish. While Erin and I try to always keep a good supply of vegan booze on tap at our house (vegan booze list found here), it become problematic when at other people’s houses. I want to portray veganism as a conceivable lifestyle choice for others. Refusing a glass of wine at the in-laws doesn’t seem like the best way to achieve this.
Anyway, today when I was thinking about this, I came up with this little quip: “I’d rather be inconsistent doing the right thing, than consistently do the wrong thing.” So, that’s where I’ll leave it. And whenever I dig into a delicious veggie plate, I’ll pour some liquor out to all of the fallen bees that helped bring it to me—vegan liquor, of course.
Being car-free makes late afternoon beer runs tough. Sure, we can walk the half-mile to the 7-11, but we wouldn’t be getting the best deal possible on our champagne—and nobody likes overpriced suds at the end of a hard day.
Erin and I chose instead to mount our trusty steeds and make the trip over to Costco—not the easiest place to shop without a car. But give us a few bungees and a bike rack and beer’s never tasted as sweet.