It's a new year and it's time to begin blogging here, again. I haven't been a bad vegan, just a bad blogger. My apologies.
Why, you ask, do I feel the urge to post since I haven't for so long?
Well, a couple of reasons, hence this posting...
It all started out with a great dinner. Boyfriend and I are currently in Canton, Ohio where I have been spending much needed time with family that I haven't seen for over 1 1/2 years. Tonight we decided to check out Vegiterranean up in Akron, Ohio. I've heard of the restaurant for a couple of years... It's Chrissie Hindes' restaurant and it's completely vegan. If you get a chance look at the website - Great menu. Cool, urban, modern, industrial atmosphere, great staff. I couldn't quit loving on every single bite of our food.

Well, here's where I got disturbed. And here's the big "A-Ha" moment.
Boyfriend decided to post the picture of the exterior of the restaurant onto facebook and simply stated that he was excited that we could share our meals and that the food was absolutely fantastic. (Boyfriend's attempting pescetarianism but he's been an omni all his life... so when I transitioned to veganism, it wasn't necessarily hard for us but we always have to compromise when going out to eat so that I don't wind up eating only a salad and feeling hungry two hours later.)
Well, you would figure, in a town where people were around me as I was transitioning my ideals and feelings towards a vegan lifestyle that there would be an understanding of how exciting tonight was for us. How special it was. Well, instead of open-minded responses to the photo, people that I consider friends wrote HORRIBLE things. Jokes that they ate my dog and she was tasty, that human fetuses in spicy sauce were enticing, that we should go to the local steakhouse and grab a steak immediately. And on and on...
I was floored and heart-broken. I feel stupid for letting it get to me like this - but hence, the A-Ha moment. I've officially realized that the transition is complete. When people talk like this to be funny - It's not funny. It hurts my feelings.
So, did I just sit back in stunned silence and let those comments make me feel depleted? No, I did what any vegan would do. I stood up for myself, and for boyfriend. I said that the next time Brad invites any of those people over they had better take off their leather shoes and leave them outside my front door before they step in.
You know, I've been home for the Holidays for three months. I celebrated my first Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years as a vegan. I'm not being proud, it wasn't like it was an accomplishment. I'm only stating this because I can't understand why omnivores think vegans are similar to aliens. I hate being labeled a hippy, granola, earthy. I hate having eyes rolled at me when I stand up for myself. Because it's still not normal, it's not accepted. It's all very elementary. I mean, I'll continue doing what I do. As will the next person, and the next person will follow suit after them. But, when is something going to give? What does it take? Resilience? Acceptance? Kindness? Compassion?
Last night my brother said, "You know, sometimes the things you say about eating meat in front of people are very offensive." I said, "And all day the things that people say to me when they find out I'm vegan... like... "You LOOK like a vegan." "You're too skinny, you need to eat a hamburger." "You mean you don't drink milk?" Or tonight was great... I had the chance to eat out with my cousin tonight. But I opted out because A) Vegiterranean was so much better than the choice he was offering - and B) because there wasn't anything on the menu for a vegan aside from a side salad with no cheese or croutons and a side order or fries or onion rings. My cousin said... "Oh, well, Brad may still want to come eat with us, why don't you just make you a potato for dinner and then you can still join us for dinner tonight." ... ... Does anyone else here the crickets chirping in reply...? Because honestly, a vegan doesn't want to just eat steamed potatoes so that the meat eaters can eat their meat while she sits and watches. I take offense everyday while people eat meat around me. But because I'm a "Hippy" it's best to keep my mouth shut. For fear I start a riot in a Chipotle.
It's very hard to demonstrate these ideals of acceptance, resiliency, and compassion in a nation that fights hunger off with a 3/4 pounder full of an animal... and wonders why they can't take a healthy shit afterwards.
Till next time.














