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Every day, when my parents discuss with me what dinner plans are so we can figure out what I will be eating, or when I ask what we're going to have for dinner so I can figure out what I'll need to add for myself, they'll tell me what kind of meat or fish they'll be eating.
"We're eating fish today."
This is a non-message to me. This information does not serve me.
"What are we having for dinner?" "Sausages."
Okay, and? This is useless knowledge. With potatoes? Pasta? Rice? What vegetables?
No matter how often I tell them that the information I need is the latter, they keep doing it.
"What vegetables?" I ask today, but I've already figured it out just from my dad's face because I continue, "Are they separate or mixed in?"
Today they're mixed in. They're going to have mashed potatoes too. "I'll have the vegan vol-au-vent in the freezer," I reply. "It goes well with mashed potatoes."
I suppose they'll never learn.
A video by the person who coined the term carnism.
That "do you not know where your food comes from" post reminded me that I was just talking with my preteen about misconceptions and misinformation and why people say such ridiculous things as "you need meat to survive" or "you need dairy to be healthy" (and like the post said "no cows die for cheese") when it is so obviously untrue. They asked me "why don't they just learn about nutrition, don't they want to know?" and I explained how most people have absolutely no incentive to know because much of what they've been told/taught from a young age has been framed as "common sense" so they can dismiss anything to the contrary out of hand and never feel a need to investigate what they "already know." It's a really insidious thing, even outside of how frustrating it is to argue with.
This is definitely a huge part of what is going on, and there is also a huge incentive to not know, or to believe things that aren’t true. If you accept the reality of modern animal agriculture, the cruelty and environmental destruction involved, and acknowledge that you are paying for it, then you have to engage in some self-reflection.
If you know you could be vegan but choose not to despite objecting to animal agriculture, you can’t call yourself morally consistent, or an environmentalist, or someone who cares deeply about animals. It is easier to just turn away, and animal agriculture industries know that, which is why they make it so easy to never acknowledge where these products come from. It helps that there is an enormously powerful political, economic and corporate framework in place to back that up, as well as enormous social pressure to maintain the status quo.
This makes it so difficult to break with carnism that it becomes surprising that anyone does. It is just so much easier to not know, or at least pretend that you don’t.
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A restaurant. A table. A friend. A good friend.
A human. An animal. A life. An honourable life.
A stem. A bond. A connection. A real connection.
The familiar comfort.
The breaking glass. The cheering crowd. The shrieking child. The ringing phone. The throbbing song.
Overwhelming chaos.
"What can I get you?" Snap. Open. Present. Hello Waiter.
A simple question, a complex answer.
Steak for them. Salad for me. Reality check for everyone.
Suddenly alone.
First, the awkwardness. The moment of silence. The broken eye contact. They know what I know.
Politeness draws us close.
Second, the small talk. The undeniable undercurrent. The unspoken disagreement. They know what I think.
Apprehension pushes us apart.
Third, the excuse. Species. Hubris. History? Tradition. Intelligence... Entitlement. DIVINITY! Authority. They know I'm not buying it.
Anxiety for them. Anxiety for me. Anxiety for everyone.
Overwhelming chaos.
A moment of silence. A moment of noise. A moment of choice.
Choice for me. Choice for them. Choice for them.
The familiar trap.
Dissent or dismiss. Critique or condone. Engage or endorse.
Failure or failure.
Just disengage... it never works. Just let it go... and eat your plants. Just-
Just? Hardly. Enough is enough.
Frustration simmers. Indignation brews. Patience wears thin.
The defences grow.
The absurd philosophies. The baseless ideologies. The twisted hypotheticals. Ridiculous distractions.
The tangential topics. The unrelenting rationalisations. The blistering prejudice. All irrelevant.
Dissonance. Dissonance. Dissonance. Endless dissonance.
Enough to fill the room. Enough to drown the conscience. Enough to end a life.
A body. A mind. A soul. A person. A life.
The plates arrive.
A steak. A snack. A meal. A taste. A moment.
Enough!
Anger. Malice. Fury. Where did these come from? Rage. Indignation. Frustration. Where is this going? Bitterness. Disgust. Vitriol. Where do I put all this?
Overwhelming chaos.
Stop being polite. Speak the truth. State the obvious.
"THAT is a fucking PERSON!"
Underwhelming simplicity.
Shock, mouth agape. Discomfort, eyes wide. Silence... silence.
Regret. No, wait, it can't be...
A hint of horror, recognition? A sliver of disgust, acknowledgement? A gentle inwards turn! Acceptance!
Please... please... no... of course not.
A grimace of disgust, normal. A frown of contempt, always. A sneer of disapproval, understandable.
Failure. Again.
My words disperse. Their defences distract. Our bond decays.
Snap. Closed. Distant.
No more may be said. No more will be heard. No more can be done.
The vegan crossed the line, politeness must quell passion. The vegan broke the contract, tribe above the truth. The vegan disturbed the peace, harmony at all costs.
But most importantly...
The steak is getting cold.
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