On this fine Cinco de Mayo evening, my brother celebrated his 38th birthday. My darling Korean mother slaved over a hot stove all day to prepare a smorgasbord of her native foods for us. We feasted on jap chae and brown rice and vegetables, and everyone else also ate fried cod and shrimp.
After our bellies were full of homestyle cooking, we went for a short walk around the block. Fifteen minutes later, we came back home and settled in for dessert. My brother bought me some vegan cupcakes. Admittedly, they were a bit on the dry side, but I gobbled them up nonetheless. The rest of my family enjoyed some (very non-vegan) red velvet cake. They taunted me and tempted me to try some, but I refused.
My brother's girlfriend claims to be a vegetarian, but she still ate seafood tonight. She does this on occasion. I had a debate with my friends about the flawed logic behind it. We all seemed to agree that if you consume an animal, that does not make you a vegetarian, but a pescetarian.
So why do people feel the need to lie? Does it give them a false sense of superiority?
My brothers also teased me about the fact that I don't drink milk. They asked me about why I don't eat eggs. I told them about factory farms and how much abuse goes on behind closed doors. They tried to make excuses, like the idea not every chicken or cow is being mistreated, and that some companies are "cage-free" and "free-range". If you do some research, even items with those labels are not a guarantee against animal abuse.
They snickered to themselves, asking me if I would drink human milk, since there's no cruelty behind that. Sigh. My brothers can be so immature sometimes.
Why do people feel the need to make fun of what they don't understand? I'm not hurting anyone by being a vegan. In fact, I'd like to think that in some small way, I'm actually helping to save some of those poor creatures from being executed. Is that incredibly naive?
Stay tuned for more stories about my wacky omnivorous family.