livin veg

Saturday night my husband and I went to a Democratic fundraiser (for local democrats) in CT, where he’s from. We went to hang out with many of his family members who are involved in the local politics.

So here is the scene:

We walk in, and immediately start talking to some republicans (my husband and I look for people to debate with – and why you ask are there republicans at a fundraiser for democrats – oh, because they are either married to a democrat or are registered as democrats/independents even though they are in fact republicans – shoot me now)

We are shown where the food is and someone points out to me the dishes without animals in them. I chose some harmless looking penne with marinara sauce and sat down at a table and began to eat while talking to one of my in-laws. When I was just about done with my penne, I noticed a clump of something. Yep, you guessed it. It was a clump of meat. The runny marinara sauce was actually meat sauce with very little amounts of meat. I flipped on the inside. On the outside, I went and got myself a glass of chardonnay (I don’t really drink) to burn the dead flesh out of my mouth. My in-law felt terrible. She was the one who told me it was meatless. She didn’t pull it out of thin air. She was told the same thing. How didn’t I notice? Why was the dish advertised as veg from multiple people? I’m not sure if that’s really the issue although I wonder about both. But no matter what, I was ANGRY and upset. For that moment, I hated being at an event that offered meat. I hated being outside of NY where veggies are much less common and have to explain themselves. And I was thankful my parents agreed to a vegan thanksgiving this year, so I don’t have to look at any dead bodies on the holiday.

I felt nauseous the entire night and wanted to go home. No one but my husband understood how upset I was. I tried to explain that to me, eating a cow or pig or any farm animal is the same as eating a dog. No difference. It’s still a corpse and it was once a living feeling animal. Much like me. I went on further to say that I hate the torture and conditions that these animals are forced to endure. My husband’s family doesn’t buy free range meat. They buy in bulk and look for the best prices, which usually means, crappy products straight off the factory farm. On Saturday I ingested some sad tortured animal. Mother %&*@$!

Please excuse the rant, but I needed to share this with other like minded people. If anyone has had a similar experience, I’d love to hear it, and find out what you did and how you reacted. I’m sure vomiting will be one reaction. I wish I had been able to.

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