Baby back ribs, or tofu salad....hmmmmm....give me a second to think of this.
Posted on 02/26/2009 2:16:10 PM PST by nickcarraway
I used to be a vegetarian, until I started leaning towards the light!
I am 1/7 vegan.
bflr
I’m a vaginatarian
Smith?
“Vegan” must be code for “lesbian” in this article.
Baby back ribs, or tofu salad....hmmmmm....give me a second to think of this.
I spent two weeks among a group that included many vegans. My take was that there was pride and arrogance involved. They hung out together to lie and be lied to. Starving was a badge of honor. Pride in starving was to hide the general misery of merely being an inferior sort.
Me too!
Lesbians are meat eaters by definition.
Veganism is a lot of things.
Mental illness, masochism, child abuse...
healthy is not one of them.
http://www.VegetariansAreEvil.com
” “Vegan” must be code for “lesbian” in this article.”
That’s what I thought “The Smith College Sophian” meant, until I realized it would be “Saphist” or similar.
I guess “The Smith College Muncher” would be too vulgar.
I suspect all the women at the Northrop/Gillett dining hall have hairy armpits.
It's a political ideology, not a nutritional decision
“I am 1/7 vegan.”
I am a semi-veg - I only eat dead animals - no living meat whatsoever.
somehow i get the feeling that most vegans are for show and secretly eat meat and dairy when they think nobody is watching
To the best of my knowledge, and someone please correct me if I am wrong, there has never been a civilization on Earth that is totally vegetarian.
The reason is brainlessly simple. Following the “10 mile” rule, which is defined as the distance a man or woman can travel on foot (each way) on a daily basis, there is no place on earth where their are a sufficient variety of non-meat products to make a healthy diet.
People can and do eat healthy as vegetarians, but they do that by supplementing what they can get locally with things that are not available within that 10 mile radius of where they live.
That might be interesting. I'd like to see what they do when I open up a big ole to-go box of mouth watering slow-smoked pork ribs slathered with tangy bar-b-que sauce. I'd engage them in conversation, nodding my head and say, "My, isn't that interesting. You sat up in that tree for how long?" as I dabbed the sauce from my chin with a napkin and raised the next pork rib to my waiting lips.
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