Wednesday 21 May 2008

A real man eats meat

So I've been so called vegetarian for about 7 or 8 years now. I say "so called vegetarian", not because I'm one of those people who claims to be vegetarian but then eats fish, birds and anything else that doesn't have a fluffy face, but because I don't necessarily like being automatically put into the specialist category. I just don't eat the flesh of animals. Pretty normal really when you think about it. I don't need to, so I don't...in the same way as I don't need to give hand jobs to tramps for the bus-fare home (yet) or stick my finger inside my anus before holding it aloft to tell which way the wind is blowing.

In fact, you don't "need" to either. But I'm not going to get all preachy or anything because it's more important that you do what you want.

What fucks me off though, more than the constant questioning you immediately get if you let on that you don't happen to eat meat, more than the stereotype of a health obsessed, tree-hugging, sandal-wearing, head-in-the-sand fart machine that is immediately stapled to you, is the arrogant and nonsensical concept of men who eat meat thinking that it's some kind of macho activity.

What's so fucking macho about it?!? Sure, if you fucking caught it and killed it yourself then I'd be impressed....but you fucking didn't did you? No, you just went down to the shop (you probably minced there in spangly hot-pants) and bought something that someone else has raised, slaughtered, cut to pieces, and then reshaped into something that looks different enough form the fluffy lamb you stroked, fed and fawned over earlier.

Think of the number of people who would become vegetarian tomorrow if they had to actually raise and kill the cow/lamb/sheep/pig/chicken/dog themselves. It's the height of hypocrisy to pretend that by doing the so called "macho" thing (ie having someone else do the "dirty" work for you so that you don't have to examine the ethics and morals). Surely only a fucking pussy takes the easy way out.

And another thing....just because most people do something, it doesn't mean that you don't have to question the fucking ethics behind it. Just because as humans we have 4 "canine" teeth doesn't mean we are breaking some natural rule if we don't use them to tear up meat.

Vegetarians are apparently all lacking in protein and obviously at a disadvantage....well fuck me...Carl Lewis must have been amazing because he won 10 Olympic medals (including 9 golds) whilst being vegan. I'd like to have lined up some of the twats I've met who think they have some inherent hardness purely because they fill their colons with decomposing animal flesh with Carl Lewis in his prime and see who lasted longest. In fact, fuck Carl Lewis, I'll take you on myself. I might lose but it won't be because I don't eat meat.

Anyway...I could go on, but for now I won't. I'll probably return to this one day, because until the question is "why do you eat meat" rather than the opposite, until I don't have to justify and explain a moral consistency in my behaviour towards animals and my diet, I'll never be a "real" man.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

thank you for that. spot on. x

Anonymous said...

Hi Matt - you're right, this is a completely bollocks argument for eating meat. I often think that it is a bit fucked up that I eat meat but don't kill it, I can't really think of any justifiable reason for not being vegetarian - 'meat tastes nice' doesn't quite cut it.

Anonymous said...

I accidentally ate some quorn last night, and I immediately lost in an arm wrestling contest to a 3 year old girl.

This morning, I ate a pepparami, and was suddenly imbued with the ability to fix the engine of a Ford Cortina.

I'm sorry, but if that's not proof of the incredible man-power of meat, then I don't know what is.