Last friday, my friend J.G. (last mentioned in the Sept. 03 entry) and I were giving ourselves jocular mafia-style nicknames [like "Albert (The Logical Positivist) Corillo"] when she told me that she is a really serious vegan and that maybe her name should be "PETA"-something, like "The PETA-fier".
Then she started asking me -- sort of aggressively and in a rather strident tone of voice, I thought -- all sorts of personal questions about my relations with vegetables and about whether I thought animals should be able to vote ... or something; so, to sort defuse things before they got out of hand, I just said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Listen, I don't care if you're in some kind of crazy Leonard Nimoy cult or not, and all I really know about PETA is that I don't much care for their bread."
Then she just threw up her hands and stomped away.
I don't know: she seems to do that a lot.
Then she started asking me -- sort of aggressively and in a rather strident tone of voice, I thought -- all sorts of personal questions about my relations with vegetables and about whether I thought animals should be able to vote ... or something; so, to sort defuse things before they got out of hand, I just said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Listen, I don't care if you're in some kind of crazy Leonard Nimoy cult or not, and all I really know about PETA is that I don't much care for their bread."
Then she just threw up her hands and stomped away.
I don't know: she seems to do that a lot.