“Ohhhhh, no meat? No dairy? Well, great – another Vegan”, you say – with that little glint in your eye that says “Ugh, another animal rights activist. I’m going to eat a big, fat steak in front of her to show her that I LIKE eating meat and that I don’t have a problem eating animals. Yum.”
Since June 7th, I’ve been trying a little “diet experiment” => no meat, no cheese, no eggs, no milk, no refined sugars, no corn syrup or fructose glucose crap, no other weird chemicals or processed foods – only plant-based foods. But I don’t like to be called a Vegan.
I tend to associate Vegans (whether correct or not) with animal rights and/or some sort of political agenda. The Vegan Society seems to agree with me – their definition of a Vegan is “…someone who tries to live without exploiting animals, for the benefit of animals, people and the planet.” I’m not doing this diet for the sake of animals – I’m doing it for myself.
Plus, according to PETA, Hubba Bubba Bubblegum and Jollyranchers are vegan. WTF? So you stop eating animal products but instead ingest a bunch of chemical crap? That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.