When hot dogs and bars of soap start looking edible, you know you’re hungry…
Cut out the middle-fish.
You know that rush you get when you speed past a police car and DON’T get pulled over? It’s kind of like that, only better.
And just like that, my plate opened up.
I’m a vegan, and I have personally slaughtered approximately 1 million oysters in my lifetime. And for some reason, I don’t feel too bad about it.
Misanthropy is a demon that must be purged from vegan movement. Real vegans keep humans within their circle of compassion–and simply not eating people isn’t enough. We must not turn our backs on our own species, even as our own species turns its back on others.
True ethical veganism is a rejection of nihilism, and it should be practiced as an act of (imperfect) love. Just do your best. Don’t worry, you can still call yourself a vegan even if you mess up!