I love animals. I always have. I had dogs, rabbits, birds, and fish growing up. Never for one moment have I ever thought that animals aren’t ‘alive’. Never for one moment have I thought that they can’t feel. And I still eat meat.

I have absolutely nothing against vegetarians. Many of my friends are vegetarians and, in fact, I was a vegetarian myself for a couple of years in high school. However, I H-A-T-E being talked down to by the occasional vegetarian/vegan who comes my way and feels it’s his or her duty to “inform” me of anything related to the subject matter. I hate it almost as much as I hate religious people who feel the need to damn me to Hell via conversation. I almost hate it as much as the smell of burnt hair. I hate it almost as much as I hate Daisy from Rock of Love 2.

Why all of the hate?

Because it’s not anyone’s place to tell me what to eat. Read More »

I’m not a vegetarian. I’ve never even tried to be one. I’d starve to death in a week.

I’m also not the biggest carnivore. Red meat is just not my thing, and most of the time I stay away from steak, pork, or ham. Chicken, turkey? Fine. Fish? Fine. Anything else? Nope.

Is it because I have a moral issue with how livestock is treated? Well, I’d be lying if I said I was up to date on all my PETA reading, and of course I think animals should be handled humanely, but the only thing I really won’t eat for ethical reasons is veal. Baby cow? Honestly. Let the thing at least grow up!

But let’s pretend, for a moment, that my dislike for red meat came from a deep-rooted concern for the livestock in the world. Let’s pretend a little part of me dies every time I watch someone take a bite of hamburger. What would I want more than anything? Animal-less meat.

It sounds strange, but in a few years, my hypothetical wishes may be answered. Scientists have recently started work on an experimental way to produce meat in a labratory. Read More »