while ago, I decided to take another step
towards alpha-hipster status by giving up meat for a whole week. I kept going,
and it’s now been nearly a year since I ate the stuff, so I thought I’d
perpetuate the stereotype of vegetarians not being able to shut up about themselves
by writing a ranty blog post about it. Here are a few things I’ve learned.
I don’t really need to explain
myself.
I love
meat. Roast dinners, steak, smoked salmon, duck, veal, you name it, I love it.
I’ve always been very open-minded when it comes to food. Well, I say
“open-minded”, what I really mean is I’m a greedy slob. I’ll eat anything, and
a lot of it (I once ate a entire chicken at Nando’s, and usually see ‘all you
can eat’ as a personal challenge.)
So why
did I become vegetarian? Well it’s quite boring really. There were various
personal motivations – I was at a particularly shitty period of my life, so
making every meatless day an ‘achievement’ helped me cope – I was also a poor
student, and meat is quite expensive.
It’s
all the standard reasons: Environmental, health and animal welfare. Or, put
more expressively, I turned vegetarian for precisely the same reasons I don’t
burn tyres, smoke cigarettes or punch cats.
When I
was younger, I couldn’t understand how anyone could not eat meat. ‘Meat is so
tasty! How can you not like meat?’ I’d scoff whenever anyone confessed to a veggie
diet. ‘But what about steak?!’ ‘What
about chicken?!’ I’d argue, as if the
primary motivation behind not eating meat is disliking the taste of bacon.
Looking
back, I think that this knee-jerk hostility towards veggies stemmed from a
number of places. It certainly came from my own adolescent insecurity and
arrogance (which was why I was – and still am – ambiguous when it comes to
arguing), and the immature thrill of poking fun at someone else’s compassion.
But,
deep down, I think I saw some logic in their position, and hence wanted to hear
how they would defend it.
Of
course, now that I’m not 16, I’ve discovered that the best way to understand
someone’s viewpoint is to have a civilised conversation or just read a few
books on the subject.
Whatever their viewpoints, people enquiring
about my motivations for being vegetarian share something in common – they
already know why I don’t eat meat.
Everybody knows that eating meat is cruel to
animals, terrible for the environment and bad for your health. So much so that
I usually just say ‘the usual reasons’ when asked to explain myself.
That may sound like typical douchebag vegan
talk, like I’m implying that anyone who doesn’t care about this issue is
immoral. But the truth is, not caring is
an entirely legitimate position.
Morality isn’t that clear cut. By spending £60
on a nice jumper instead of donating that money to Cancer Research, am I immoral
for putting my enjoyment of knitwear before fighting cancer? Of course I’m not.
Neither is someone who places the convenience of driving to their nearby supermarket,
or the pleasure of eating a steak, over the combating of climate change. You
simply can’t equate things on those terms.
Other than being delicious, meat is a
tremendously important part of countless cultures, and an argument can be made
that the enjoyment and cultural significance of meat is well worth its
pollution. But how do we determine what is “worth” the pollution it produces?
In this respect, the only difference between me
and a meat eater is where we draw this line.
Not eating meat seems inexorably
linked with bullshit.
I try
to be quite a rational person – one of the reasons I decided to give
vegetarianism a whirl was the logic behind it. I’m an atheist, and this plays
into my decision to give up meat in a number of ways.
Other
than humans, animals are probably the thing religion treats the worst. Major
religions, such as Christianity and Islam, place a strong emphasis on not
giving a shit about animals (they don’t even get souls!)
The
Christian God thought nothing of drowning all the Earth’s animals. Sure, He
caused the great flood because of the wrong doings of humans, but who cares? Animals were just put on Earth for our enjoyment
and taste buds anyway.
It’s
hardly surprising that holy books conceived by ignorant, desert-dwelling
scribes placed an emphasis on agriculture. ‘Sacrifice a few goats and your
crops will be rained upon!’
The Bible
and the Quran teach us that animals are a gift from God, created especially
for us, and this attitude reverberated throughout history, forming a belief
that animals are inherently inferior to humans.
Islamic
tradition says that we should thank God for the sustenance before we painfully
bleed the animal to death in a
perverse ritual, but at least pigs are spared. Incidentally, the closest
religion comes to respecting animals is in the banning of eating
certain species for equally arbitrary reasons.
A bit
later, philosophers like that René Descartes guy compounded this by suggesting
that animals can’t feel pain, and are just machines – cutting up a dog without anaesthetic was just like looking inside a clock.
Thankfully,
Descartes’s interpretation and animal sacrifices are both usually regarded as a
bit outmoded, and animal welfare is taken a lot more seriously in modern society.
Although
we still practice archaic bullshit like halal meat and fox hunting, people tend
to understand that animals can feel pain, and causing them unnecessary
suffering is not cool.
As the
mistreatment of animals partly originates from god-fearing superstition and
scientific ignorance, you’d think that arguments for vegetarianism and veganism
would all come from a rational position. Well, it turns out, they often don’t.
It
seems you can’t go to a veggie food festival without seeing some charlatan
hawking healing magnets or magic crystals, offering to read your palm or tell
you what colour your aura is. These dipshits make me want to slaughter and
devour an animal right in front of them, just to annoy them.
Choosing
not to eat meat should be a logical stance – an informed decision arising from
an awareness of the ethical, health and environmental factors. But it seems to
have a bit of an image problem.
What
comes to mind when you think of the typical vegan? A topknotted hippy
explaining to you through a haze of incense smoke that they’re “spiritual”. “I
don’t believe in a god with a ‘capital G’” they say, pausing to rearrange their
hemp poncho, “but I’m into the Eastern religions, because they’re like,
deeper.” Now, I don’t care if you choose to derive your world outlook from Deepak
Chopra’s twitter feed, but I’d rather not be associated with you.
There
are many ways to legitimately promote a meat-free diet. One of the most common
arguments against vegetarianism, the whole ‘we-should-worry-about-getting-enough-protein-and-therefore-eat-meat’
thing, is easy to dispel. The World Health Organization, who last year
classified red meat as “probably carcinogenic to humans”, recommends a plant-based diet to everyone (in particular
pregnant woman and athletes), and found that vegetarians and vegans “meet and exceed” requirements for
protein intake (and in fact usually get more
protein than omnivores).
It
seems if you want to avoid obesity, osteoporosis, kidney disease, calcium
stones in your urinary tract, diabetes and some cancers, being vegetarian is
probably a good thing to do.
Research
and scientific understanding provides us with many compelling arguments for
vegetarianism – from meat’s environmental impact to the palpable suffering it
inflicts on animals. It irks
me when this evidence-based reasoning gets watered down by the homeo-holistic-horseshit
that is all too often analogous with vegetarianism.
Companies
sell us “super foods” and claim their smoothies “detox” us (an invented
marketing term and medical impossibility), quacks flog fruit tablets as miracle
weight loss remedies and endless fad diets are dreamt up.
Since
being vegetarian, I’ve found I can’t even buy a tin of black beans without
having to shop at a wholefoods place proudly displaying homeopathic tablets and
a whole host of empirically useless supplements.
When
vegetarianism is served with a side order of nonsense, it’s easy for its valid arguments
to be undermined.
The evidence
suggests that ditching meat is good for our bodies and our world, so why can’t
we dispense with all the pseudoscience and hippy hogwash?
Vegetarian food is tasty.
As I
mentioned, I’m very open-mined about food. I even like olives, despite their
disgusting taste. I saw this as both a blessing and a curse when I decided to
go vegetarian. While I can happily chomp on raw broccoli, I also love meat, but
surprisingly it wasn’t that hard to stop eating it.
It
turns out, it’s quite easy to not put certain things into your face. I’m not
used to having a dietary requirement, and it’s pretty awkward turning up to a
friend’s house with your own Tupperware box to
microwave because you can’t eat bolognaise with everyone else, but it really
isn’t that big of a deal.
There
are things you need to watch for, I’ve had a vodka jelly while inebriated,
probably a bit of parmesan (try googling “rennet” without feeling ill), and a
fish ball thing that was labelled in Italian, but that doesn’t count! Wine – which is
often made using dried fish bladders – is currently
my only exception.
Obviously,
veggies are catered for pretty well these days. You’d be very hard-pressed to
find a restaurant that doesn’t have veggie options (although I think some
restaurants need to up their game – I like to see more than the one token meal).
I
thought my diverse palette would demand meat, but surprisingly, I haven’t
missed it much. In retrospect, a lot of my favourite foods – curry, Nando’s
chicken, chili con carne, roast lamb smothered in mint sauce – get their
flavour from something other than the meat anyway.
There
are, of course, a lot of meats I miss. Things like smoked salmon, tuna, steak
and ham have no adequate veggie substitute. What are vegetarians supposed to
put in sandwiches anyway?
However,
being vegetarian has caused me to expand my culinary repertoire beyond the five
or so meals I made on an endless loop. I’ve discovered a real love for cooking,
and I’ve went from not really knowing what a fennel is, to exploring a whole
host of vegetarian cuisine.
I used
to think a nice meal had to have meat. The ‘no meat, no meal’ attitude is
prevalent, probably stemming in part from that stupid ‘food pyramid’ thing we
were all shown at school, which taught us it’s fine to eat beef burgers every
day and we all need a bit of dairy (despite the fact that 75% of humanity are lactose intolerant).
As we
have become entitled to meat, something has become lost in the process – meat has
become boring. We no longer view it as something special, instead we chomp down
reheated freeze-dried nuggets of mechanically recovered mush.
Even if
I give up vegetarianism, I’ll certainly view meat as more of a luxury – I’ll
avoid junk, but enjoy a good steak every now and then.
If you
do it right, I’ve found vegetarian food can often be more exciting than its meat
equivalent. For example, chili con carne was one of my staple meals. I now make
a meat-free version, which
includes green lentils, peppers, carrots, tomatoes, peas, mushrooms, courgette
and the usual onions and kidney beans – all those flavours and textures make
for a much more interesting chili!
A Good
vegetarian meal isn’t a meal without meat, it’s a meal that doesn’t need meat
(I’ll have to do a post listing my favourite recipes!)
Being
vegetarian is fun, and I’d recommend giving it a try. I wonder how long I’ll
keep this up?
Maybe
I’ll be writing a post about going vegan one day…