Beauty

It was finding this "article" on Wiki How: How to Embrace Your Curves, found here, that compelled me to write this post. This is good, because I skipped two months of blog writing! This post is sort of about beauty, but mostly about perception of it.

This article is a bit shit. It seems innocent enough for the first few steps, and then it really gets into the problematic soy-meat of the sandwich. To many people it may not occur, that the article itself is inherently fat-phobic. It says "Bigger women are far more beautiful", and then it instructs the reader to smile more, as "Moody faces tend to look less attractive and slightly chubbier." I'm sorry, what? I thought you just said that it is okay to be chubby because you're beautiful? It also goes on to say, toward the end, that "There are many curvy ladies who are incredibly beautiful". Okay... so what if the reader of this article is not one of the beautiful ones? You just told them in step four that they are sexy... So why now are you telling them that not all of them are? Many implies not all, am I right?

I have enough issues with the steps on how to "embrace" your curves - but then we get to the Tips section. First of all: "Avoid skinny jeans, and they can make legs look lumpy." Some of you may be judgementally thinking - yeah that's a good idea because who wants to see lumpy legs? Well, I would guess the author of this article? They have, after all, just finished telling the reader that they are more beautiful than thin women, right? Then there is the part where they tell the reader to:

"opt for jeggings(jean-style leggings) or plain black leggings, in a size larger than your normal jean size (so, if you're normally a 14, get a 16). This makes them roomier, and much more comfortable, and allow for them to be pulled up more, which is especially good for any women who are conscious of their stomach. You can pull them over your stomach and then put your top on, and you will look flatter around your tummy!"

I do note that the writer has been careful of how they wrote most of this article - making sure their language suggests it is the reader's opinion of themselves that will lead them to take these steps, rather than a value judgement from the author. This is good. The content, however, just pushes women into those accepted paradigms of women not being allowed to have lumps, unless they're on your chest or ass. Then there is this wonderful example of judgement of thin women, which I would definitely call defensive thin-phobia:

"Skinny doesn't mean beautiful, so don't feel down when you're flicking through a magazine full of thin women. Keep in mind that they will probably never know the beauty that comes with being a curvy woman."

Yeah, so, why are we pitting the two against each other? Why are thin women scapegoated as the oppressors of not-so-thin women? Sure, there is a minority of thinner women with fat phobia, but there are women (and other genders) of all shapes and sizes with fat phobia.

Then there is this gem: "High heels can make you look taller, which will compliment your shape." This is very carefully worded. What it actually means is wear oppressively uncomfortable footwear and put on a fake smile - it will make you look taller which will make you appear to have a more socially acceptable width-to-height ratio, so people who would otherwise judge you can have a few moments off being a dick. Lucky them.

What about those of us who are neither fat nor thin? We get judgements from both sides. Some people think we are hot because we're curvy but not "fat", and some people wouldn't date us unless we went on a fasting diet and lifted weights for a year. Then there is the problematic assumption that your self-worth should even be based on other people's perception of your attractiveness. Here is my response to the article, which I voted down:

"This article is fat-phobic while trying to be helpful. It implies that your face is not allowed to look chubby, so you should smile. Most women are insecure enough about their bodies without having to put on a fake smile too. All throughout this article it implies that in order to love your body - it has to be attractive to someone else. This is not helpful. If we are constantly in search of someone to find us attractive in order to have self-worth, then we will never fully embrace our own beauty.

The only time it is ever anyone else' business how your body looks, is when they are genuinely concerned for your health.

This constant comparison to "thin women" also doesn't help. Women do the comparison thing far too often as it is. Size is a spectrum. Attraction is subjective. So is self-worth - and it doesn't range from thin = I feel great to fat = I feel crap.

This article is problematic, and I can't believe it is considered "an exceptionally high quality new article". Actually, yes I can."

I think that sums up nicely what I have been trying to say.

On a personal note, I grew up being teased for being "ugly", and since I have grown up, I have been told otherwise. It has been very difficult believing the more current statements. It has taken me a long time to shake off my past of being constantly negatively judged. In fact, I haven't shaken it off yet. I don't know many women who have shaken off past judgements. Often the worst judgements come from women ourselves, because we need someone to compare ourselves to in order to feel better about our own bodies. That's my guess anyway. Men are capable of leaving lasting impressions too, of course. When I was 17, my boyfriend told me he wanted to get fit. Then he added, very pointedly: "you should get fit too". This was the first guy who had ever seen me, in my adult form, sans clothes. Then more recently, a male friend of mine added to my collection of things to never forget. I had just broken up with my last boyfriend, not by choice, and my friend had invited me to his place for breakfast. I informed him, while in his kitchen, that I had recently lost seven kilos. I thought it was interesting, and not at all good or bad - I was just curious as to how it had happened. He responded with a jovial "Congratulations!". I did the thing that probably people should never do, and asked "why? Did you think I needed to?" to which he replied, under his breath, "couldn't hurt".

Every woman, fat or thin or in between, has stories like this. Men too will have their own stories. All genders face judgement of their physical form. All genders do the judging. I think it is our job, as thinking individuals, to check our own thoughts and thought-patterns.

I will leave you with two things that I think are awesome: this woman, who is my hero for being braver than I, and for acknowledging that there are also bigger issues at hand.

And this infographic.













Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to tidy my room!

Impermanence

I know I have touched on this before in several of my posts, but I haven't given a whole post to it... until now. Impermanence is many things. It is a noun meaning "Not lasting or durable; not permanent", it is something that everything is subject to, and it is a state in Buddhist beliefs. I think I will be referring to all three in this post - and not even on purpose!


I choose to use the word "mandala" when giving myself online names, and in other places. This is because the sand mandala takes a long time to make, each intricate detail meticulously fussed over by its creators, and when finished it is beautiful. It blows my mind that such a beautiful thing, that takes so long to make, is so easily ended. That's right - they make these things and then they ruin them on purpose - it is a metaphor for life and everything in it. Everything is impermanent - everything.



This particular mandala was apparently ruined by a small boy - not the ritual ruining that usually happens where they swirl it all up with a large paint brush - no, a small boy messed it up because it was fun to do so. Everything ends and not always the way it was meant to.

We all know this all too well and humans for centuries have tried various ways of evading it. From keeping artefacts for the afterlife in Egyptian pyramids, to today's plastic surgery to make us look younger. We are all in denial. We have always been in denial. We keep the Royal Family who are and have always been obsessed with keeping the bloodlines alive. We do that on a smaller scale with those biological urges to continue our genes - often in some kind of attempt to replace ourselves and somehow keep a little of us alive. Our governments try to keep the economy alive even though it is killing our planet. Denial denial denial.

I am in denial too. I know all of this stuff and yet I am terrified of impermanence. I don't want to die. I don't want to not exist. I don't want my beautiful friends to move away. But I will, and they do. Like anybody else I cope with these things because I have to. You have to carry on knowing that everything beautiful will end - including you. I think if we actually had a real concept of what that means, life would become either a lot harder to face - or we would live it with much more passion. It is interesting that when we know something has to end, we either jump right into it or we hang back a bit from it because we don't want to get attached. This is usually my experience anyway, depending on the thing. Each week goes by and we can only look back on it. Events in the future are looked forward to and then they are over. What seems like it is a long time away eventually becomes a memory. This is scary, but this is real. Each experience is fleeting.

I use this word "mandala" to remind me so I never lose sight of this fact. There is no silver lining to it. You may get married but it may not last because happily ever after is a myth. You may have children but they are not you, and they never will be. Neither will their children. Everything ends. Bad things, good things, everything. The trick is to enjoy them now. But how the hell do you do that? It's always in the back of your mind that it will end, right?

This is what I seek to discover.

Be Excellent to Each Other

We all go through our own shit. Every day at least one of us is having some kind of issue with some thing or other. We complain to each other about stuff all the time. Some people do it more than others. Others don't do it at all - possibly because they don't want to be That Person who complains. I often don't want to be That Person. I want to be more of a shining light. I manage it quite often. Sometimes, like right now, I don't.

 I'm going through my own shit. It's not that bad - in the grand scheme. It's not like I have to live with a significant disability, or like I am starving, or living under an incredibly oppressive regime. Just your usual job insecurity, self esteem issues, capitalism, and liveable illness. Most people can relate. Oh, and in Wellington right now we are having some earthquakes. They're not that bad, but they could be. A lot of things could be.

With this in mind, I pose an idea: Why don't we be like Bill and Ted and be excellent to each other more often? Why don't we hold the humorous sarcasm from time to time, drop the bloke act, and Just Be Nice? You never know when someone is having a shit day. Not everyone is going to tell you. Sometimes what is needed is a compliment, or a well-wish, or just to go easy on people. We are often strong, but we are not always bullet-proof. 

I often find that the way to tell if someone needs some love of this kind - is if they themselves are being a bit of a dick. I know that when I most need encouragement, I'm probably being a bit snappy or rude, or just plain impatient. When I see others acting this way I try to remember that they're probably having a shit time and just need some compassion. Obviously not everybody is going to show their needs in this way though, and some people will be harder to read than others. So why should we not just be excellent to each other, all the time? I know it's fun to rib each other and make funny comments, but can we throw in some kind of compliment or something while we're doing it? I think we underestimate how much people need them. Even people who don't seem able to take them - but usually doing something for them in a more subtle way can work there.

So yeah - basically I'm suggesting we be nicer to each other. Even to those who seem undeserving of it. For they are usually the most in need. This world is hard for all of us - how about we make it easier? How about we put aside just a little bit of time to be a GC. It's so simple a task, and yet so easily forgotten. Be Excellent to Each Other.

and...
Party on Dudes!

Feminisms

I haven't written about feminism much before. I certainly haven't written about my feminism. I believe there are many - each feminist has a differing feminism, because each feminist has differing experiences. So anyway - here I'll talk a little about mine.

I was at an event tonight designed to "showcase" some of our members of parliament in a humorous light. Tonight there were only women MPs allowed to be on the show, as the theme was feminism and "womens' issues". There are usually four guests - tonight there were three. Could other parties not drum up a woman to speak on their behalf? Were they asked? I personally would have enjoyed hearing from a usually quite sane Tracey Martin (NZ First) and asking her about her party's stance on marriage equality... Anyway, that's not my point. My point is that it shouldn't have been too hard for other parties, not just National, Labour and the Greens to get female representatives on the show. I do not know why it was - but I am almost convinced it is because we still need feminism. When my friend was asked to be on the show a few weeks ago as a young politician, she was terrified. I think this is not because she is young and scared to muck up as a young person, I think it's because we still need feminism. Tonight on the show when the presenters went around asking audience members their opinions on things, and women ummed and questioned their way through their answers, and looked imploringly at the questioner for permission to "not know much", I think that too is because we still need feminism.

Women are given a voice in this country - we're privileged. The thing is, we're too bloody scared to use it! Women, as the vox pop from the show tells us, can think feminism is dead - something that Caitlin Moran believes shows it definitely isn't - in fact she thinks this belief shows that it's very much alive and to some extent, working. Unfortunately Caitlin Moran forgets herself that she is an able-bodied white woman and that you don't need a vagina to be a feminist... Seriously! Her check-list to see if you are a feminist: "a) Do you have a vagina? and b) Do you want to be in charge of it?", is flawed, bordering on disgustingly flawed. As is her belief that she wasn't a woman when she was sixteen because she wasn't "human shaped", but was "a 16 stone triangle", and didn't do "human things" like walking, running, dancing, swimming or climbing the stairs. Feminists like her, use her voice and then feminists like me use my voice to question her beliefs, in this safe weblog environment... But would I be able to articulate my thoughts on this if you asked me randomly in the street, or even asked me to speak on a show, with advance preparation? I think not - I think I would freak out because of All the Other Things I've had to learn and unlearn in my life. Like how to be a good friend, how to be attractive to blokes, how to stay true to myself while still fulfilling some kind of feminine idea, how to not care that I might be slightly overweight, but still half-assedly try to do something about it because I think I'm supposed to, how to use my brain but still have time to be social, how to Know More Things but still manage to play with my sense of style by putting in the time to find the Things in op shops, how to know and care what's in my "feminine hygiene" products, "beauty" products, food, how to get through things based mainly on intuition because my brain just can't take in any more Stuff... It's exhausting being me - I can't say it's exhausting being a woman because I don't know any other womens' experience first hand - but it's exhausting wanting to be So Much More than I am, and then feeling like I have to ask for permission not to be - because of all those expectations.

I'm not saying that women across the board have more complicated lives than men and this is why we have to cram so much more in and can't find simple answers when they're needed in off-the-cuff situations. I am saying that in my experience, for the most part, the women I know are trying to be All the Things. We're so busy trying to be all those things that when we're stopped and asked for our perspective on them - we might get a bit tongue-tied! I also wonder if this is why women are under-represented in parliament? Another reason might be that women are too smart, and realise that parliament is a largely horrible waste of time? I'm not sure - I only know that this is partly why you won't see me in there. It's still not a safe environment for women, able-bodied, white, heterosexual, born -or otherwise. It's just not. Louise Upston (National) tonight said that MPs are chosen on their merits - and that is supposedly why only a quarter of their list is made up of women, and only a third of those in parliament. Merits. It was at that point that I walked out.

As long as we're scared to be ourselves (whatever that is!!!) in public, for whatever reason, while our cis male counterparts are unquestionably empowered at almost every turn - we still need to look at every and all institutional infrastructures and ask why they are that way. For me this is what feminism is. For you it might be something different, but as long as I see room for improvement in the world for women of every kind, in the world made by and for a certain type of man - I know that my feminism is not dead.

We still need feminisms.

A Confession

Warning: The following may be the biggest load of crap you have ever read. I am starting this piece having no idea what the content will be, or where it will end up. I don't even know what I intend to confess. I just feel like writing something honest, and self-deprecating.

I think what I might be trying to do is explore what the hell I think I am at the moment. First of all, I describe myself as a relief high school teacher. That is what I do with, on average, three days of my week. For the most part I enjoy it. It's actually a real slacker's dream. Yeah I'm calling myself a slacker - for a lot of the time it's what I feel like I am. I don't take on too much, and most of what I take on - I do quite casually. I spend most of my time thinking. I never get bored because there is always something to think about. Sometimes when you're talking to me, I will be thinking instead of listening. Sometimes when I'm in a classroom "teaching", what I am really doing is asking young people to give up what they want to do, and do something pointless instead. Some of them do it. I have a secret respect for the ones that don't. Then I talk to other teachers about their lack of doing - and I'm met with "oh well, it's up to them if they want to work". I sometimes feel like I could go into that classroom and do nothing, all day, every day, and never get fired. Of course, I won't do this. I actually want those young people to challenge themselves - because that's how we find out what we're capable of. I got through teachers' college - so I am probably capable of almost anything. I think most teachers want young people to look up from their clouded hormonal worlds and see that coasting is not the best way to find out what they really are. I think most people are more amazing than they have yet discovered.

I suspect this includes me. You know how people are afraid of failure? Well, I think I'm actually afraid of success. Why else would I put off writing up that grand Civics Education programme that's gonna get me hired by five Wellington schools to deliver classes on a weekly basis? You know, the one where young people learn not only how to participate in our society, but to question it, and even try to change it. Why haven't I written that yet? Partly it is because I am having a break after teacher's college - basically, if I don't want to do something, I'll stop doing it. I didn't want to do my uni papers - so I dropped out. I didn't want to keep getting paid to get petition signatures - so I stopped doing it. This is a great way to live. I'm just wondering why I am not doing all the things I want to do - like writing up that Civics Ed plan, or writing that book, or building that model house, or making those climate change leaflets from the perspective of every street-preaching religion so I have something to exchange with them...

I think I've lost my point. Ah yes, how can I expect students to want to do work that they see no relevance in doing, when I won't even do the things I do see relevance in? Why should I ask those young people not to do those silly things that most of us did that gave us character and taught us the lessons that made us what we are today? When television shows and movies and magazines have such a profound effect on these young people, how can what I do possibly make any difference? The only thing I can come up with, when thinking about it, is that I see through all the crap. I see what is going on most of the time so I will not lie to these young people and tell them to lead straight and narrow lives, or to buckle down and do that school work - because I know that most young people learn what they need to know when they get out and live. I also know that the systems we are preparing them for life in, are corrupt and made mostly of lies. I will never be a careers advisor. The employment skills classes I relieve for sometimes, are the most depressing wastes of time ever. They're not learning about real life by doing a wordfind.

I'm living - I'm having a great time. I'm being easy on myself and letting myself have a break. I'm making myself do new things when opportunities arise, and I'm opening myself up to new possibilities. I'm saying what I want and I'm meeting new people and making new friends. I'm in a new city. I really like my job. I am being a slacker and it's okay because I'm alive. This does not answer my question - you know, the one where I wonder why I'm not doing the things I want to get done - and I don't even know if that was the purpose of this post... I just think we need to let ourselves off the hook more often. The students are doing it - have we forgotten how? I also think if I write up that plan and get that programme in schools, I'll be a very busy woman - I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

This post is unpostable - but I'm posting it anyway.

Happiness

Every time I get sick I try to remember if I really appreciated being well before this affliction kicked in. Usually the answer is - not nearly enough and damnit I will appreciate it heaps more when I get better! This time the answer is - yes. Yes I did. I have been very happy recently, and I've been counting each blessing as I've realised it exists.

The strange thing about being happy recently is that I've been reading dystopian novels. I dropped out of uni (don't worry I have two degrees, two certificates, a graduate diploma and three casual jobs) and immediately started spending my spare time reading. First I read Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, on the recommendation of my flatmate. Good book - basically a feminist 1984. I found this book stirring. Mainly this is because it, being dystopian, took the time to reflect on what happiness once was. Twice in the book the protagonist reflects on the impossibility of knowing before this all happened, that she was actually happy. She asks of her and her partner of the former time: "How were we to know we were happy, even then?" As things do - this got me thinking - and I realised that I was happy. I am happy. I don't want to realise this later - I want to know it now. How many other times have I been happy and not realised until later? Probably too many! I am so grateful to now realise this at the time, so I can truly appreciate everything I have! I encourage others to ask yourself, now, am I happy? If you are not - change something. If you are - embrace it! This is as good as it gets and this is good enough!

Some may be wondering - how can I be happy when I know there is so much wrong with the world? I am happy in spite of it. Those wrongs are there - and me being upset about them is not going to make them go away. I'm doing the things I can to work towards making some of them go away, and I'm enjoying all the wonderful things life has to offer at the same time. I have amazing friends, beautiful family, intriguing and lovely flatmates, a job that I love, a way of life that I enjoy, and a whole lot of other little details that combine to make me happy. I appreciate those things Right Now. I am an idealist so I realise there are many things that can be better - but in spite of those things I am incredibly grateful for where I am and how I am able to be here. I focus on the good while keeping the bad in mind as a safety measure. The balance feels right.

On that page, the next book I read was one I'd meant to read for years - Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Another depressing but stirring book. The reason this book got me thinking further about happiness is that it poses the very question - what makes us happy? Are we happy with what we are conditioned to be happy with? Was I born and trained up as a Delta Minus so therefore I will be happy with a menial and meaningless job and limited personal freedoms? Was I born and trained up as an Alpha Plus so capable of questioning my lot in life and knowing it is even possible to question things? Is ignorance really bliss? Is it better - if you have the capacity to know - to choose not to, in order to be happy with your life? At last, for me, I think the answer is NO. A big resounding NO. We can know that there are many horrors in the world, and still be happy. There is no point feeling all the guilt and the shame of all of the problems, even those that we in part have contributed to. That will just depress us and paralyze us. There is plenty of point in seeing it for what it all is - a product of our conditioning and our positions in life - and working with it as best we can while appreciating what we do have that makes us individually fulfilled. I feel okay with knowing that I am incredibly privileged and am doing my best to appreciate that.

I don't want to look at myself deeper into the almost certainly dystopian future and realise I was once happy. I am happy to realise that now. I don't want to decide I can't be happy because the world has so many problems. I want to be happy anyway. I may as well feel it now - as now is all we have. xx

This video "Brené Brown at TEDxHouston" may, in part, explain why I am happy - better than this whole post.

Vegetarian and Vegan - Revisited

At the end of this original post you will find a reflection on it - and a declaration of undying veganism. :p

I have identified as a vegetarian for just over ten years now. My reasons started out completely animal rights focused and, as I learned more, became about the Environment, about waste politics, and maybe even a mite spiritual.

I am a Vegetarian because I recognise that all the norms humans live by were invented by humans - and are not "the way things have always been". I recognise that one of these norms is deciding that we are more important, or somehow better than other animals - and I disagree. People argue that we are "part of the food chain" and I argue that we are also intelligent enough to choose what we eat and don't eat. I am vegetarian because I recognise that our beef industry uses hundreds of times more water than any vegetable or grain industry. I recognise that feeding cows palm kernel is harmful to the ecosystems that are lost to grow it. I recognise that cows are herbivores - so why should I eat them? I recognise that meat contains cholesterol and that is best to avoid. I recognise that I have enough iron and my B vitamin intake is at a reasonable level. Being vegetarian works for me. I won't change it. I don't need to, I don't want to, and I just won't ever eat meat again unless the alternative is to die.

There are also a number of reasons I technically, given my knowledge, "should" go Vegan. I am aware that the island of Nauru had its phosphate depleted in the name of fertiliser for dairy farms, and now people cannot safely live there. I am aware that this fertiliser contains cadmium. Cadmium is a poisonous substance that is not even allowed to be in artist's paint anymore - and yet it is consumed by cows in New Zealand. These cows are our dairy cows, and thankfully the cadmium does not transfer to the milk - but it does to the soil and to the flesh of the cow. The result is that the land is completely useless for anything other than dairying for an immeasurable time after, and the cow's meat is not legally allowed to be sold after a few months of exposure to the land. Tell me again why we just naively accept cow's milk as the norm? Breeding and farming any creature for human gain doesn't quite wash as the best idea to me either - when I really think about it, it appalls me. We are so arrogant!

There are a whole bunch of reasons that going vegan is a good idea - and I am not going to go into any more than I already have. Instead I am going to talk about why I have not chosen to be vegan for now. One of them is that every time I go vegan I last about three months and then I fall hideously off the wagon and eat nothing but yoghurt for a week. The main reason though, and I will forgive you for disagreeing with my reasoning - we all have an Achilles Heel or seven, is that I like people. Let me explain... Most people (sorry, I'm generalising) when they hear the word vegan they flinch. They immediately think of a self-righteous nag who looks through their nose at anyone who isn't vegan, even vegetarians who are doing what we can given our positions along the journey. Most people have met a vegan at some kind of event where there was food and been held up while the vegan chose something to eat. I have been that vegan. I understand that there is often nothing on a menu that vegans can eat and that is why there is a hold up. I understand that. Sadly though, most do not and vegans have rather a shocking name, even in vegetarian communities, for supposedly deliberately making everyone else feel bad for their consumption choices. Another reason is that when I was at Teachers' College I was often so busy that I was not organised enough to make sure I had vegan food with me for lunch. There was literally nothing near college that I could eat - bar the chips from the nearby-ish takeaway. Nothing. This got me out of the habit. It also got me into the habit of enjoying not feeling like an outcast for the way I ate.

This may sound like an If you Can't Beat 'em Join' em argument. It is not intended to be. For all intents and purposes - these days - where I put my money is 95% vegan food. In our house we cook and eat vegan. If I go out with friends I try to get the vegan option. If there is no vegan option I get a vegetarian one. If someone gives me food and it is vegetarian I will eat it. I would love to call myself vegan and get the nods and kudos from my brave, clever, awesome vegan friends and acquaintances - but I cannot label myself as such because my love of people and ease of transactions influences about 5% of my intake. Friends have suggested I call myself a semi-vegan, but I want to be honest - I am not militant. I am not going to tell other people what to eat or what not to eat. Yes I am more attracted to similar minds who choose vegetarian or vegan - but I do love people in so many shapes and forms and I want to get on with them, with as much love and understanding as I can. Being completely vegan doesn't quite fit me at present.

If you are vegan and reading this - know I admire you, and as I sometimes roll my eyes when someone tells me they are "pretty much vegetarian" (aside from that meat they eat a few times a week), I can see some of you may be rolling yours at me presently. If you eat meat and you feel judged by my post - know I love you for who you are and respect your choices (I just might think you were a wee bit hotter if they resembled mine more closely - but hey - who doesn't think like that?). If you are like me - let me know. I am keen for those of us who actually think about this stuff to be more united and less nit-picky of each other - just as I feel about the various left-wing factions... Let us communicate, not pre-judge.

My argument is hard to write down here, because it is more felt than articulated as thoughts. Basically I want to do what I can within my values without alienating others - and for me being a conscientious vegetarian who eats very little that isn't vegan, and mostly out of convenience and fellow human compassion, suits me just fine at the moment.

Peace love and lentils.

Aaaand... The revisited part: I am vegan now. Have been for a couple of months. I went to a conference where I'd ticked the Vegetarian box - and lo and behold the first meal was quiche. I realised that if I wasn't vegan, I was actively opting into eating large amounts of dairy and eggs in situations like this. I didn't want to do that anymore. Don't want to. This time I will not be falling off any wagon. I will not be consuming any yoghert. I still love people - and recognise we all make different choices for different reasons. It is actually ridiculously easy to be vegan in Wellington. It is especially easy when you have some lovely vegan friends. On hanging out with more vegans I have found that they were not rolling their eyes when we said we were vegetarian - they were crying inside. They don't think they're better than other people - they think all animals are equal and feel sad and angry when others don't think that too. They also recognise their privilege. They're beautiful, thoughtful individuals and I'm really happy to be among them. What they also know is that "free range" and "cruelty free" are not enough. They know that on egg and dairy farms animals are killed at the drop of a hat for various reasons. I've seen some footage from a free range chicken farm that would make your hair curl... They just know stuff and choose not to ignore it. I dare people to hang out with more vegans!

I still love my omnivore friends of course! In fact tonight - two of them, meat eaters even, bought nibbles for our hangout - and they not only made sure they got some vegan snacks so I could join in - they got them All vegan - so that I could eat anything just like them. So I'm not being a pain in the arse - I'm simply providing more opportunities to show love like my friends did tonight. And I appreciate the hell out of it!


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