CULTURAL VS COMFORTABLE
“You Could Just Eat Meat…”
Or I can think about the collective
As the title of this article suggests, I don’t partake in meat-eating. But I’m also not sentencing those who do to two hours in the “chokey” (if you haven’t watched Road Dahl’s Matilda, the chokey is a small, dark and dingy closet with nails in it where children are sent when they’ve been naughty.)
It’s a free world after all. Freer for some than others, I suppose.
Still, my point isn’t to bash on any kind of diet or person. My point is that no one should be bashing anyone’s eating habits. Bashing isn’t really constructive, it seems.
No one likes to go to the chokey or to be threatened to go there.
Yes, we should all be more conscious of our choices, but no, criticizing each other isn’t the solution.
It isn’t the solution because criticizing what someone eats enters into the precarious territory of where someone comes from, their childhood, and their whole sense of self.
Food is part of our cultural identity, just as much as it is a functional aspect of being human. That’s why talking about it stirs everyone’s pots.
And it’s also why we should talk about it. Because if you don’t stir the pot, the…
