-Unka Glen (unkaglen.tumblr.com)
I think vegan is great and all. But I eat only humanely raised animals. I get farm fresh everything from local farms. All grass fed animals and wide ranges for them to grow up on. It’s not all like this. Yes we need to change how we get 90% of our meat. There are other options than what’s in the pictures above. Before we start saying everyone needs to go vegan maybe we should push for grass fed, fresh, locally made food.
We should always strive to do things less horribly.
Bullies to bully others less horribly, police to engage in police brutality less horribly, abusive husbands to beat wives less horribly, slave owners to treat slaves less horribly. Of course - anything is better when it’s done less horribly.
Doesn’t mean it’s not horrible.
Slaughter will never be not horrible. Exploitation of any kind will never be not horrible.
Stop looking for the right way to do the wrong thing.
Well said :’)
You do you, be a vegan, but don’t force that shit onto other people. I’m not saying you’re wrong in what you’re pursuing veganism for, I’m just saying don’t force your own values, beliefs or opinions onto other people.
But we force many things on many people. We try our best to force as many people as possible not to murder, rape or otherwise harm others. Do you accuse these people of forcing their values, beliefs and opinions on you? Remember, your rights end where the rights of another begin.
Also the top image is a cow dead after slaughter sorry but even if your buying “free range” or “humanely killed” that’s still the image you are getting. you can’t kindly kill someone who does not wish to die. seriously….
Animals kill animals. It’s nature hun.
And yes, there are humane ways of killing something.
Now, I hate the food industry today, trust me. But the whole “EATING ANIMALS IS MURDER” thing is completely exaggerated.
Did you know that lions eat animals? Wolves eat animals? Fish eat other fish and animals?
It’s pretty simple biology here.
Humans are omnivorous. We have the choice over our diet.
You can eat vegetables and stuff all you want, and other humans can also eat animals and meat.
It’s not “wrong”, it’s not “inhumane”, it’s nature.
So please, instead of going after people for eating animals, go after (most of) the food companies for treating their animals so terribly.
You aren’t gonna get people on your side by screaming murder.
Imagine somebody suggesting that rape is not “wrong”, or “inhumane”, that it’s nature. That we shouldn’t ask people not to rape, we should ask them to stop treating the victims so poorly instead. I mean, lions rape. Our ancestors raped. And surely, if there’s a humane way of killing someone, there’s a humane way of raping someone, right? Do you know how horrible the things you’re saying sound?
NO, FUCKING NO, STOP. DO NOT FUCKING COMPARE EATING ANIMALS TO RAPE. DON’T FUCKING DO IT.
Say that eating meat is wrong, give me all the shit in the world, fine. But don’t you dare compare it to rape. Don’t compare anything to rape, except rape. It is not comparable, at all.
"We are sitting at the table. So many women. Some of us have been raped, some of us are volunteers, some of us are volunteers who have been raped.
We meet-up just like this, once in a while – a community. Empowering each other in a struggle against a world that is fundamentally masculine. A scary world. A world that wounded and scared us, a world in which the word “equality” is an ideal, but not a reality.
One of the women at the table offers me cake. A cake containing dairy. I shake my head in denial. ‘No way, I’m vegan’.
‘Vegan?! Listen, I once met a vegan man who told me that cows are being raped. What kind of appalling comparison is that? How can you even think something so evil and hurtful? Does he even know what rape is?’
And she goes into an overflowing rage of biased views about vegans and barely allows my shocked self to insert a word.
A pause, and then I start.
I tell her that one of the main reasons I became vegan was the sexual abuse I had experienced. I tell her that I know what helplessness is. That I know how it feels when someone is violent towards you. I tell her that I know what it is to suffer, how it feels when you are being used, when something that is yours is taken; taken without permission.
I tell her that I know what it’s like to be a living being that is treated like an object, a commodity, thin-air. A tool for a fulfilment of a desire. I tell her how they forcefully insert the sperm into the cow. How they tear her calf away from her, how they milk her again and again and again and again, how her udders are filled with sores and inflammations. How they get rid of her when she is no longer profitable.
I tell her how, every time I look into those eyes, it takes me back. That I want to scream. That she is a part of me and that until she is free, I will not be free either.
It’s contrary to feminism to consume milk.
It’s contrary to feminism to ask for equality for one group while oppressing another.
It’s contrary to feminism to defend one type of female body while using and abusing another.
It’s contrary to feminism to turn someone into a commodity.
It’s contrary to feminism.
No fight for women’s rights is going to make me forget what happened, as long as I look into those eyes.”
Rape survivor and vegan here, and that comparison is SPOT ON.
Whenever I see lobsters being sold in grocery stores (or anywhere else) it really breaks my heart. “…Lobsters are highly developed. They carry their young for nine months and, when left in peace, can live for more than 100 years. They recognize other individual lobsters, remember past aquaintances, and have elaborate courtship rituals. They take long seasonal journeys, often traveling for hundreds of miles. Elder lobsters help guide young lobsters across the ocean floor by holding their claws in a line that can stretch for many yards.” Heather Moore
For God so loved the world that He sent His one and only Son to die for your mean neighbor and your crazy roommate and the picketing bigot and the racist blogger and your gay friend and all the politicians and our crazy parents and the pastor down the street and the uptight religious folk and the girl at work you can’t stand, because Jesus didn’t just die for the people you like, but for people like you and me.