My older brother and my best friend are having a birthday. I was making mesquite smoked baby back ribs and chicken with rosemary-peach glaze to celebrate the occasion—my brother just loves those. A friend of the family offered to help, but I wasn’t very comfortable with the idea. I just don’t like people hovering over me when I’m cooking, and her case made things a bit more difficult. I was cooking meat and poultry under the constant disapproval of a devout vegan.
I tried my best to ignore her constant wind sucking. I was ready to prepare the glaze for the chicken, so I approached my rosemary plant and thanked her for the sacrifice.
“What are you doing?” the vegan said.
I turned away from my rosemary plant and looked at her. “I’m going to make the glaze.”
“Yeah, I know, but why are you talking to the plant?” Good, I thought, she isn’t blind or deaf. Yay me!
“I was thanking the plant for the our meal,” I said.
“I guess that that makes sense, if the plant could hear you or actually feel what you were doing. You know—”
“You have a lot of nerve,” I said. “I don’t know what type of vegan you are. I have a lot of vegan friends and they are nothing like you. They love all life. They don’t eat animals or consume any products that involved animal suffering because they respect life. Most of them are so passionate about the environment, that I’m almost positive that if they could survive on oxygen alone they probably would, just so they didn’t have to kill plants.”
My mind was begging me to remember my manners, but the girl was insufferable. She had blabbered the entire day about how every living thing was precious, and asking me things like “How do you feel about having a dead cow for a handbag?” How could she be such a hypocrite? Yes I could probably do without the bag, but don’t call me heartless for eating meat, when you are munching on murdered trees.
I sustain myself with a balanced diet of everything Nature has provided for me. I don’t waste, and I give thanks for all the living things that keep me physiologically alive; whether they run on blood or chlorophyll is beside the point. This girl has horrible pictures of ill-treated animals as proof of the cruelty of omnivorous behavior. But where are the pictures of all the plants she has digested? Is it my fault that she is so disconnected from the Earth she claims to protect, that she is deaf, dumb and blind to the sorrow of a living rosemary plant?
What gives her the right to decide which life is precious and which one isn’t? Not so long ago, human ignorance determined that certain people didn’t feel pain the way they did; today we all know how stupid of an idea that was. I hope for the time when we, as a race, look back and say “Goodness, I can’t believe we didn’t know that everything in Creation feels pain on its own way!” My wish has nothing to do with trying to be right. It is just hope that one day humanity can step out of its arrogance box, in order to value all life equally.
My apologies if I sound a bit harsh. I’m just a bit pissed off right now.