Yes. You’re right. It is rude of me to come into your home and not eat your meat. Silly me. I can just take chemo or something if my cancer starts growing again. Terribly rude.
I read Dana Schuster’s New York Post article, “Your worst nightmare!” yesterday and became irate. The piece is about how inconvenient it is for hosts when they invite guests over who are vegetarians or vegans. “It’s amazing that Kyle Megrath, a strict Upper East Side vegan, gets invited to any dinner parties at all. ‘I don’t eat anything with eggs, dairy, poultry. I don’t eat cheese [or] any meat,’ rattles off Megrath, who is morally opposed to eating animals.”
It’s amazing that he gets invited to dinner parties at all? Are you kidding me? What kind of friends does this poor guy have?
Are people offended when a Jewish person opts to not eat ham? Do they growl if a Hindu doesn’t eat steak? Would they snipe about having Bill Clinton over for dinner because he only eats plant-based foods to save his life?
The anger against people who opt to not eat animal products for their health, their ethics, or both is just plain bizarre to me. Do what you want. Eat what you want. And let me eat what I want (or in my case and Bill Clinton’s case, what we need).
When Tom and I are invited to someone’s home for a meal, the first thing we do is explain our diet. We always offer to bring a dish or even go to a restaurant if it would be more convenient. We’re bringing a dish to our friends’ home for Christmas. They don’t need extra work on our behalf. The point is that we want to be together on the holidays, and custom states that we do so over a meal. The meal is not what is important; our friendship is.
Change is violent, and people are freaking out that friends who have grilled burgers in the past are now grilling portobellos instead. But it’s time to grow up and get over it. So I don’t eat meat. So what? Let’s just enjoy each other’s company and not judge one another for our food choices.