I try to cut down on the meat of mammals. The few times it’s come up, I’ve refused to eat octopus.
I find that if I eat beef without concern, I start eating it all the damn time. Like, multiple times a day. So, partly out of concern for my health, and partly out of a personal-bordering-on-ethical decision.
Not very strictly at all. I’ll eat what I feel like, although I make a mild conscious effort.
I don’t know that I’ll have children, but if I do, they can eat what they please. Not that it’ll be on the dinner table very often if it’s not my thing.
I think that’s sort of rude. My mother is a vegetarian and so are many of my friends, and I don’t like it when they proselytise to me.
There’s nothing I outright avoid that I especially need to eat for health reasons.
I think there’s something a little disingenuous about ethical vegetarianism. I don’t believe for a minute that our global food industry causes less suffering to animals due to vegetarians, and our society and culture treat animals pretty poorly whether we’re eating them or not. It seems to me like a form of ‘signaling’, as the lingo around here goes. But, the signal it seems to send is “I disapprove of your lifestyle, meat-eater, so feel free to ask me annoying questions about why I think you’re evil.”
I only started thinking about my worrying meat-eating habits maybe three years ago. I’ve taken the issue semi-seriously ever since, although there was a time when I’d explicitly tell people my intentions not to eat beef; these days I don’t bother.
I never liked pork anyway, so that was pretty easy to give up. I still gravitate towards beef when presented with a menu, and I like it as much as I ever did. I have eaten cephalopod a couple of times, and I don’t think I’ll miss it significantly.
Hanging around so many vegetarians, I end up eating vegetarian a lot, and it’s not bad. I could manage a vegetarian life, if I were committed to it.
I try to cut down on the meat of mammals. The few times it’s come up, I’ve refused to eat octopus.
I find that if I eat beef without concern, I start eating it all the damn time. Like, multiple times a day. So, partly out of concern for my health, and partly out of a personal-bordering-on-ethical decision.
Not very strictly at all. I’ll eat what I feel like, although I make a mild conscious effort.
I don’t know that I’ll have children, but if I do, they can eat what they please. Not that it’ll be on the dinner table very often if it’s not my thing.
I think that’s sort of rude. My mother is a vegetarian and so are many of my friends, and I don’t like it when they proselytise to me.
There’s nothing I outright avoid that I especially need to eat for health reasons.
I think there’s something a little disingenuous about ethical vegetarianism. I don’t believe for a minute that our global food industry causes less suffering to animals due to vegetarians, and our society and culture treat animals pretty poorly whether we’re eating them or not. It seems to me like a form of ‘signaling’, as the lingo around here goes. But, the signal it seems to send is “I disapprove of your lifestyle, meat-eater, so feel free to ask me annoying questions about why I think you’re evil.”
I only started thinking about my worrying meat-eating habits maybe three years ago. I’ve taken the issue semi-seriously ever since, although there was a time when I’d explicitly tell people my intentions not to eat beef; these days I don’t bother.
I never liked pork anyway, so that was pretty easy to give up. I still gravitate towards beef when presented with a menu, and I like it as much as I ever did. I have eaten cephalopod a couple of times, and I don’t think I’ll miss it significantly.
Hanging around so many vegetarians, I end up eating vegetarian a lot, and it’s not bad. I could manage a vegetarian life, if I were committed to it.