To the vacillating vegan, non-vegan, and other contemplators,
Your objection to veganism isn’t with vegan cuisine. Seventy percent of what you already eat comes from plants. The remaining thirty percent you can fill with vegan meats, fish, and dairy substitutes that are nutritious, delicious, mouth-watering fares that even the most partisan non-vegan would proclaim as absolutely amazing in an honest appraisal.
No, your reaction to veganism is the result of your social conditioning. Attitudes adjust to appease the consensus in all but the most liberated mind.
To be a vegan, you have only not to give a Fuck, with a capital F.
Misdirected fucks for what your family, friends, and other people think of your life’s choices, is an individual’s epic failure, the antithesis of individual freedom. And that’s kind of a big deal.
Had I known then what I know now, I’d play the violin today. A vegan, anarchist, violinist. Ah, has a rather seductive flair to it; don’t you think, ladies?