Fluffy bunnies and clouds and pretty flowers! Enough of the happy shit, let's get depressed!!! And so...
I'll talk about depressing shit. Sort of.
My sister messaged me this evening with a request from her boyfriend (who lives in China; she's in Toronto. How's that for a long distance relationship? He's not even Chinese!) for a video that would make his students (he's a teacher at a fancy pants school) turn vegetarian.
I directed her first to the peta2 website, then to meat.org. Now, these sites both contain upsetting videos of stock animals being mistreated. This is the basis of my impending commentary, but not the core. My sister asked me if I cried when I watched the videos (there's live castrations under seriously unclean conditions; like bare hands and dirty knives). My response was no. Because I don't.
She won't watch the videos because they upset her. But she eats meat. I sought these types of activist videos long ago out of a sense of responsibility.
I eat meat. I am responsible (however indirectly) for the deaths of these creatures. I can't do something that's damaging to another creature or the environment without understanding the consequences of my actions. You might ask yourself "but J.R., you watched the movies, but you still eat meat, so what's the difference?"
The difference is this: I accept my responsibility for my actions, whether I see the direct results or not. My sister won't watch the videos, because she's happier not knowing what goes on. Same with my mother. If they don't see it, it doesn't happen.
They neglect their responsibility for these deaths by not acknowledging them . I can't do that. I must know the consequences of my actions, and I must decide whether or not I should be associated with the action in question.
I am a living grave. I accept that. I think it's all meat eaters' responsibility to know about the industry they support. I think a lot of them would become vegetarian if they really knew what goes on.
But that's just me.
A'yuh,
J.R.
I'll talk about depressing shit. Sort of.
My sister messaged me this evening with a request from her boyfriend (who lives in China; she's in Toronto. How's that for a long distance relationship? He's not even Chinese!) for a video that would make his students (he's a teacher at a fancy pants school) turn vegetarian.
I directed her first to the peta2 website, then to meat.org. Now, these sites both contain upsetting videos of stock animals being mistreated. This is the basis of my impending commentary, but not the core. My sister asked me if I cried when I watched the videos (there's live castrations under seriously unclean conditions; like bare hands and dirty knives). My response was no. Because I don't.
She won't watch the videos because they upset her. But she eats meat. I sought these types of activist videos long ago out of a sense of responsibility.
I eat meat. I am responsible (however indirectly) for the deaths of these creatures. I can't do something that's damaging to another creature or the environment without understanding the consequences of my actions. You might ask yourself "but J.R., you watched the movies, but you still eat meat, so what's the difference?"
The difference is this: I accept my responsibility for my actions, whether I see the direct results or not. My sister won't watch the videos, because she's happier not knowing what goes on. Same with my mother. If they don't see it, it doesn't happen.
They neglect their responsibility for these deaths by not acknowledging them . I can't do that. I must know the consequences of my actions, and I must decide whether or not I should be associated with the action in question.
I am a living grave. I accept that. I think it's all meat eaters' responsibility to know about the industry they support. I think a lot of them would become vegetarian if they really knew what goes on.
But that's just me.
A'yuh,
J.R.
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think a lot of them would become vegetarian if they really knew what goes on.
Even after all that the point came when I simply couldn't shoulder those choices anymore. I'm now vegetarian - and in fact it's done me a world of good!
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose. I totally respect that you understand the consequences of your actions. Even if you aren't veg, at least you are aware!