Remember when militant vegans weren't racist, homophobic, sexist, classist, and/or ableist dickbags?
If you don’t want to go vegan because of the way myself, or other vegans act and how we say things then you need to take a look at veganism and realize that it’s for the ANIMALS.
You shouldn’t dismiss being vegan because you don’t like the way some vegans behave.
We’re loud and vocal because we care. If you think that vegans being quiet will make other people vegan then you’re wrong. I became vegan because people were loud and vocal. I noticed what they were saying and I made the change. I’m better for it.
I speak up and I’m not ashamed about it. I tell people when they are causing harm to others. I’m not going to shut-up because people think I’m ignorant for suggesting they change lifestyles. I’m going to keep talking and if that means I have to piss more people off, then so be it.
You don’t have to like me, or respect me.
But you do have to respect the animals.
I love seeing vegans demand respect (either for themselves or animals that will die whether we eat them or not) yet they refuse to respect the choices of others. Or respect that some people can’t afford to be vegan. Or respect that some people have allergies or medical conditions that prevent them from being vegan.
How about we agree to disagree, and I won’t give you shit for what you eat if you keep your mouth shut about what I eat. It’s that simple. Anyone who says otherwise is spouting propaganda.
This is a story about Alice. Alice grew up in a very conservative traditional family that enforced strict gender roles. Alice had this great guilty pleasure that she dared not express: sirloin steak. See, whenever Alice would try to express any type of positive feeling greater than “meh” for sirloin steak, her family and society would berate her on how it’s “unladylike” to enjoy sirloin steak so much.
"A proper young lady should not lust over meat so much," her mother told her. "No man will want to marry a woman who likes meat that much," her father would add. "A proper man would be emasculated by a woman who enjoys meat nearly as much as he does."
Whenever Alice’s family would serve sirloin steak (or any kind of meat, for that matter), Alice would be given a very small portion and told that she can’t go back for seconds. Her brothers, on the other hand, were allowed to eat sirloin steak as much as they wanted - and they were open about their love for sirloin steak. Unlike Alice, who dared not to express that she preferred sirloin steak to a tossed salad - lest she’d be scolded on her churlish display of “unfemininity”.
Soon after attending college, Alice learns about this group of people on canvas called “feminists”. Bulletin boards from all over campus were plastered from these “feminists” promoting their group. “Are you tired of being told that you aren’t allowed to do something because you’re a woman?” the promo posters would state. “Do you wish you could take a huge sledgehammer and chop down all these gender roles and taboos that are forbidden from you on the basis on not being a man. Then this group is for you. Please contact us, if you’d like to join.”
"Finally!" Alice thinks. "A group where I can finally feel free to express my true preferences around. A group where I don’t have to feel shame for preferring fleece outfits to dresses, skirts, and blouses. A group where I don’t have to feel shame for preferring Avenged Sevenfold to One Direction. A group where I don’t have to feel shame for preferring sirloin steak to tossed salad."
Alas! Soon after joining the “feminists”, Alice quickly finds out that the group is dominated by these self-proclaimed elitists who call themselves “vegan feminists”. “If you like sirloin steak that much, you’re not a feminist,” the queen bee of the “vegan feminists” told Alice. “I don’t understand how anyone who calls themself a feminist can contribute to the suffering of animals,” added one of the queen bee’s sycophants. “Go vegan or get lost!” ordered yet another one of the queen bee’s sycophants.
Quite naturally, Alice is dismayed to find out that the one community that promised to accept someone like her was just as dogmatic and legalistic as the community that she grew up in. She quite the “feminists” - or, rather, was practically forced out of the group by the “vegan feminists”.
Poor Alice! The feminist community does not want her, and neither does the patriarchal traditionalist community where was raised. Where, oh where, is Alice supposed to turn, now? Poor Alice is now trapped in no-(wo)man’s land.
(submitted by feministrocker)
Yeah I’ve always wondered why they preach about how compassionate they are yet say things along the lines of “if you’re not angry you’re not paying attention” or something.
Don’t worry it’s queued.
Yes it would appear so. How strange. Hate-following doesn’t seem to be a very compassionate thing to do.
Ah yes, I agree when I don’t bother to argue with someone who’s clearly too angry to have a civil discussion. Vegans.