The moment I realized I couldn’t have hummus and crackers was the worst moment. Ever.
Tomorrow marks one year since Wendy Davis led an amazing 13-hour filibuster to stop harmful restrictions on women’s access to health care in Texas, and since thousands of Texans showed the legislature that they wouldn’t back down. Now, the fuse we lit in Austin is burning brighter than ever.
I’ve been living on my own for nearly two years now and it’s still inconceivable to me that I might almost be a grown up person capable of taking care of themselves. I always thought eating the same food for three meals a day and adulthood were mutually exclusive. Not sure where I am on the map now.
so sick and tired of feeling perma-hungover— seriously. this diet of mr. noodles and carrot sticks isn’t working, and i don’t have the time/ money/ energy to be a perfect little nutritious vegan right now. might be time to be a not-vegan for a little while.
after over a year of vegan, preceded by 10 years of vegetarian, i am in need of advice:
how do i become a vegetarian-who-is-mostly-vegan from a vegan-who-occaisonally-fucks-up?
things i do not like:
I’m really fucking sick of *some* vegans using the internet to hate on imperfect vegans or vegetarians or former vegans because honestly these are all people who have taken some step towards cruelty free living and it sucks to think you’re doing a good thing and then realise you’re in such bad company. a tip to cruel and exclusionary radical vegans: don’t hate so much. i get that you’re proud of where you’re at, and you should be, but it doesn’t make you any better than anyone else. you don’t know what other dietary restrictions or health issues or financial or geographical restrictions someone else is dealing with, so quit judging them for needing different things than you do. we’re all of the same mindset that cruelty isn’t a thing we want to support, so how about you redirect that negative energy towards the evil corporations and corrupt politicians and the plethora of ignorant folks who hate on all us veggies. okay?
Suddenly, there is a great rumbling.
Over hill, over dale, through forest, through fog, they come. Some walk. Some fly. Some crawl. Some simply move deep within the bowels of the earth. They are massive in number, terrifying in their fury. They blot out the sun from the grass below. They nearly shake the earth from orbit with their rage.
They are the English majors.
They give a fuck about an Oxford comma.