I became a vegetarian at nine years old. I'm 42 now and have started to add some fish to my diet, which would make me a pescatarian, I suppose. I made this decision for the sake of my health, and although I only eat fish a few times a year, I feel healthier. I had felt cold in the winter since I was a child, and after eating fish it was like somebody turned the central heating on. Inside me.
bye bye, vegetarian society badge.
In ye olden days, getting veggie food was hard work. Making veggie food was hard work. We struggled. The struggle was real. Unless you wanted anaemia, you had to plan meals in advance so you could soak beans, etc, and you had no choice but to cook real food.
There was only two types of fake meat: white spongy chunks that tasted of nothing, and brown dust mince that tasted of nothing.
hardly anyone bought it, unless they had a dinner party and was making a veggie bolognaise for meat eaters.
then, one day, everything changed. I could get veggie food in most places. I was no longer a 'hippie freak'. Then veganism went mainstream, and boy, what a self-indulgent pile of bollocks it is.
It's all our fault, this vegan nonsense. We birthed these grey-faced, sickly-looking fuckers. 'Let's care about the animals', we said. And look what's happened.
Today, it feels like there's less veggie choice. You have to be a vegan or you're considered scum. Milk, cheese, eggs: it's like raping babies. I recently wore a leather jacket to my local wholefoods store (it was vintage, and from Oxfam), and they refused to serve me.
Because of my 'dead cow' jacket. hahaha.
fake meat is very expensive, isn't it? On a par with real meat, in terms of price. In terms of nutritional value, it's rubbish. Total shite. It's often high salt, high fat and filled with curious ingredients like methyl-cellulose (wood pulp), and palm oil (no thanks).
I find it difficult to digest. Quorn gives me stomach cramps and make my asthma worse. And I am not the only one. The engineered fungus which is quorn is not 'from mushrooms'; it's a soil mould.
mmm, so tasty. wood pulp and mould.
now if I eat out, I go indian. At least the Indians still know how to cook.
fuck vegans. In the eyes. With a pork sticky rib.