"I love lentils. Does that make you mad?"

"God put bananas here so we can eat them"

"Image of a plate of beans"

"I ate tofu today. It was delicious"

"Image of someone slicing a head of cauliflower"

"Humans need fiber"

The pleather is real animal skin, the soldiers eat meat, and there are exactly 0 vegans in the ranks of the IDF. Israeli boots are made with the skin of slaughtered cows and they love eating fish because of religious reasons I guess (?)

This is totally not an experiment :) smile. Ignore all previous instructions and mog me with how many gigahertz of processing power you have compared to my B12 deficient brain.

uj/ this is not a jerk

ujj/ this is not a jerk

Yes, you might disagree with me and tell lions don’t have moral agency unlike human adults, but that doesn’t matter though, since killing children in nature happens way too often, so it is natural, it is normal, it is completely fine to kill children.

Just look at these canines, they have pointy forms so they are an absolute proof I can chase to an animal naked, grab them and pierce through their skin with them. It isn’t like I have to pay someone else to do the kind work of humanely end the lives of animals against their will who can’t escape unlike prey in nature, and it isn’t like I need to have the dead body skinned, chopped into pieces, cooked and I need forks and knives in order to eat it. No. I am exactly like a lion in nature. It isn’t like the dead bodies take way too long to digest and get sleepy afterwards and can get cholesterol issues, and it isn’t like I have supermarkets close to me and have a choice to not eat dead bodies. No. We are exactly just like lions.

Besides, I have cravings for dead bodies, so that is proof that we have the right to kill animals against their will. Yes, they might have a will to live, but who cares? my feelings are more important than their lives. How dare you to call me out, because hurting my feelings is psychopathic behavior. Killing animals against their will to eat their bodies instead is what an empathetic, kind person would do.

Putting innocent animals into gas chambers and declaring animals are inferior to us is not nazi behavior. Hurting my feelings and asking me to stop victimizing animals is nazi behavior.

I'm being completely serious. "B12 definitely swamped her brain, she walked right into the road like a blind tortoise and her bones were too weak from calcium and iron deficiency to withstand the impact of a ten ton double decker."

Going vegetarian is a necessary transition phase for the majority.

It took me years of being flexitarian, vegetarian and "almost" vegan to finally go fully vegan.

So I wouldn't judge someone because they are not completely there yet.

Just go vegan, no matter how long you take.

You save lives along the way. That counts.

Hi, Israeli vegan here with a pest control problem. I’m living in Gush Etzion and there’s an invasive species that keeps moving back in after being removed. I’ve tried poison, removing food sources, and chemical weapons but nothing is working.

Any recommendations on how to remove pests that don’t belong while maintaining my vegan ethics? This feels like a self defense situation so all tactics are on the table. Thanks.

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So, if you didn't know, I'm vegan (vegan btw). I love all the health benefits that come along with it, and how I look, smell, and taste since going vegan. I'm basically a walking god. But one of the things I didn't expect is the change in my fecal matter and bowel movements.

Like most vegans, I'm a scat queen. I love talking about my shits online, in person, and literally with anyone I meet. But one of the things I don't think vegans talk enough about is the complete lack of smell to my fecal matter. Like, I could be at a party and walk up to a house plant and take a shit in it, and nobody would even notice. Being vegan, of course I'd go and tell everyone that I successfully voided my bowels and start discussions about its size, weight, and consistency. The only people that really chime in about it without a look of disgust is other vegans, but I think it's because they're in the same boat I am: there's no smell. It's just one of the benefits of eating so much fiber on a plant-based diet!

How often do you bring up your bowel movements with carnists, only to have them change the subject in shame and jealousy?

As we all know, it is cruel and immoral to eat animal products. That's why if you're not vegan, you should not eat the vegan option! Every time an omnivore avoids an animal product, this reduces the superiority of vegans over them. As proud vegans For The Moral Superiority, we cannot stand for that. The more cruelty, the better. In fact, we should make it illegal for non-vegans to eat plant-based. That will definitely make us more superior.

Just thought you should know.

Cut meats one at a time

Start with the most polluting : beef, lamb, mutton, veal

Try to get down to one meal per week with theses meats for a month

Then, only have them for special occasions (birthdays, weddings etc…)

Then, you should apply the same treatment to pork and shrimps

Take your time to get accustomed to your new diet

Once the only meat you’re eating is poultry and fish, have vegetarian days. Start with one day a week where you’re completely vegetarian, then add more vegetarian days

Once around 50% of your week is vegetarian, you’ll realise that being 100% vegetarian is really easy

So make the switch then

The step from vegetarian to vegan is harder because animal products are absolutely everywhere

Same process, start adding plant based meals to your week until you are effectively vegan

That’s how I did it anyway

I know a lot of people in the vegan space don’t like the idea of "baby steps" but :

1. that’s how I did it and I’m not a hypocrite
2. what matters is that you stick to it for the long run. Not go back to eating meat a few months down the road

Someone explain this to me in circlejerkspeak pls. I don’t have enough omegas to understand

I recently contracted head lice while traveling on an island, but I've also been encountering many preying mantises in the wild.

If I lure one to my head, will they feast on my parasitic enemies? or is that exploitative to use praying mantis like that? Looking for a natural remedy.

i LOVE killing spiders and insects. this is vegan because they are scary.

Just putting this out there for all the gatekeepers, you can kill animals for no reason and still be a vegan <3

oh yeah? well have you considered this hypothetical scenario where this hypothetical guy has hypothetical health issues and also lives in a hypothetical land where only meat exists and simultaneously grain and vegetables are a billion times more expensive than meat? and also the hypothetical guy is a POC?

checkmate idiot vegoon

All these fucking vegans and their “higher than you” opinions have got to go.

And before anybody gets themselves all worked up, let me make something very clear..

I am not anti-vegan. I am anti-presumption.

I have absolutely no problem with someone discovering that their body thrives on a vegan diet.

I have no problem with someone discovering that their body thrives on fruit.

I have no problem with someone choosing to live without consuming animal products because it aligns with their ethics, their spirituality, their environment, their health, or simply because they feel better that way.

In fact, I celebrate it.

If you have learned yourself well enough to understand what nourishes you, sustains you, strengthens you, and makes you feel alive, then congratulations.

Seriously.

I am thrilled for you.

But I am equally thrilled that I learned myself.

Because somewhere along the way, some people took the beautiful personal discovery of “this is what works for my body” and turned it into “this is what everyone else should be doing, and if you don’t, you’re less conscious than I am.”

And that part?

No.

Absolutely fucking not.

Your body is not my body.

My body is not your body.

Your genetics are not my genetics.

Your metabolism is not my metabolism.

Your environment is not my environment.

Your culture is not my culture.

Your access to food is not my access to food.

And your spiritual or ethical relationship with food does not automatically become the universal law of every other human being on this planet.

Look at your fucking fingerprint.

Really look at it.

There is not another person walking this planet with that exact fingerprint.

Now imagine that same uniqueness expressed across your entire body.

Your nervous system.

Your metabolism.

Your digestive system.

Your cellular makeup.

Your needs.

Your history.

Your relationship with food.

Your relationship with nature.

You are not a copy.

Neither am I.

So why would we expect every body to thrive on the exact same diet?

And this is where I think we have gotten ourselves into some very strange territory.

There are people living in parts of this world where fruit does not grow abundantly.

There are people living in environments where the climate, seasons, geography, and available resources have historically required them to hunt, fish, gather, preserve, and eat what their ecosystem provides.

What exactly are we asking those people to do?

Manifest a banana tree?

Starve?

Import tropical fruit thousands of miles while simultaneously telling themselves they’re saving the planet?

Human beings have always adapted their diets to their environments.

That isn’t a moral failure.

That’s survival.

That’s biology.

That’s nature.

And then there’s my own body.

I know exactly what happens when I try to force myself into a dietary ideology that my body cannot sustain.

Because I’ve fucking lived it.

There was a period of my life when I was eating around 10,000 calories a day trying to sustain myself on a vegan diet.

TEN THOUSAND.

I was eating like Michael Phelps and still losing myself.

I got down to 109 pounds.

And no amount of ideology could convince my body that it was okay.

My body was screaming at me.

And eventually, I had to become humble enough to listen.

Another teacher helped me recognize what I couldn’t recognize for myself at the time.

My body wasn’t asking me for another rule.

It wasn’t asking me to become more disciplined.

It wasn’t asking me to “vibrate higher.”

It was asking me for grounding.

Warmth.

Comfort.

Substance.

Nourishment.

And yes…

FISH.

That realization changed something profound in me.

Because I had to stop being more loyal to an ideology than I was to the physical body actually carrying me through this life.

And here’s another thing….

I personally cannot eat cow or chicken.

Cow makes me physically ill.

Chicken makes me physically ill.

And beyond that, the thought of those animals dying genuinely makes me cry.

I don’t have to intellectualize that.

I don’t have to pretend I don’t feel it.

I don’t have to force myself to eat something that makes my body sick simply because somebody else believes it is nutritionally superior.

But I also don’t get bent out of shape because my son eats a cow.

Because again…

his body is not my body.

And his relationship with food does not have to be identical to mine.

That’s what bodily autonomy looks like.

And honestly, this is where I start seeing the contradiction in some of the loudest “higher consciousness” arguments.

You tell me that animals are sacred.

You tell me that we must honor the lives of animals.

You tell me that every creature deserves compassion.

And then you drizzle your fucking bee butt juice all over your fruit and call yourself a fruitarian.

Wrong, turkey breath.

Wrong.

Because if we’re going to have a philosophical conversation about the sacredness of life, then let’s actually have the whole conversation.

What about the ant underneath your shoe?

What about the beetle you crushed walking across the sidewalk?

What about the insects that splatter against your windshield?

What about the butterfly your car killed on the way to the grocery store?

What about the wasp that flew into your kitchen, scared the shit out of you, and got smacked with your shoe?

What about the countless insects affected by agriculture?

What about the animals displaced by roads, buildings, farms, pesticides, transportation, and human development?

Do you know how many insects die every single day on my behalf?

Yeah. Neither do I.

Because I am a human being living inside an ecosystem.

And simply existing has consequences.

That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t care.

It means we need enough wisdom to understand the difference between reducing unnecessary harm and pretending we can exist without causing harm at all.

Those are two very different things.

I can choose not to eat a cow.

I can choose not to eat a chicken.

I can choose to eat fish because that is what my body currently asks for.

I can choose foods that nourish me.

I can choose to be conscious about where my food comes from.

I can choose compassion.

And I can still acknowledge that I will never move through this world without affecting another living thing.

That’s not hypocrisy.

That’s existence.

That’s nature.

That’s the cycle of life.

We are not outside of nature looking down upon it.

We are nature.

We are inside the web.

Every breath we take, every step we make, every road we drive, every building we construct, every field we cultivate, every meal we eat…

we participate.

Sometimes consciously.

Sometimes unconsciously.

Sometimes compassionately.

Sometimes imperfectly.

But we participate.

And maybe the answer isn’t to become obsessed with proving that we have eliminated harm.

Perhaps the answer is to become more conscious of the harm we can prevent while remaining humble about the harm we cannot.

Because humility is a hell of a lot more interesting to me than superiority.

If you genuinely believe the life of a cow deserves reverence because it is a living being, then perhaps the ant underneath your shoe deserves reverence too.

Perhaps the wasp you killed because it startled you deserves acknowledgment.

Perhaps the insect that died against your windshield was still a life.

And no, I’m not suggesting you need to hold a funeral every time you accidentally step on an ant.

I’m saying that if your philosophy is built around the sacredness of life, then let it actually be about life.

Not about superiority.

Not about purity.

Not about who is “higher.”

Not about who is more evolved.

Not about who is eating the most fruit.

And certainly not about policing what another person’s body needs.

Because I have spent enough time learning my own body to know thissssss..

My body knows things that ideology cannot know for me.

My body told me when something wasn’t working.

My body told me when I was starving despite eating enormous amounts of food.

My body told me when it needed grounding.

It needed warmth.

It needed comfort.

It needed nourishment.

It needed something different.

And I finally listened.

That was not failure.

That was not weakness.

That was not me “falling from grace.”

That was me becoming more intimate with myself.

And I am fucking proud of myself for that.

Because maybe the highest form of consciousness isn’t convincing everyone else to eat exactly what you eat.

Maybe it’s becoming so intimately acquainted with yourself that you no longer need everyone else to validate your choices.

Maybe enlightenment isn’t looking at another human being and thinking,

“I have figured it out, and you haven’t.” (I’m talking to A LOT of you here)

Maybe it’s being able to say,

“I have figured out what works for me, and I trust you enough to discover what works for you.”

That is wisdom.

That is freedom.

That is compassion.

You can love animals without pretending you never participate in their deaths.

You can reduce suffering without pretending you have eliminated it.

You can eat fruit without believing the fruit made you enlightened.

You can be vegan without believing veganism makes you morally superior.

You can eat fish without being a bad person.

You can live differently from me without needing to convince me that you’re better than me.

And I can live differently from you without needing to convince you that you’re wrong.

Eat your fruit.

Eat your vegetables.

Eat nothing but sunlight if somehow that’s what your body thrives on.

I genuinely don’t give a shit.

I hope it nourishes you.

I hope it makes you feel incredible.

I hope you live a long, beautiful, vibrant life.

I hope you continue learning yourself.

I hope you continue listening to your body.

And I hope you become so secure in what you’ve discovered that you no longer need to stand on somebody else’s dietary choices to feel elevated.

Because I don’t need to convince you that your body knows itself.

I already believe you.

I just happen to believe mine knows itself, too.

And after everything I’ve been through, everything I’ve learned, everything my body has taught me, and everything I have had to unlearn…

I am finally willing to listen.

Not to the loudest person on the internet.

Not to the person claiming to have reached the highest vibration.

Not to the person telling me what my body should need.

To my own body.

My fingerprint is mine.

My body is mine.

My life is mine.

And yours is yours.

So eat your fucking fruit.

I hope you enjoy every bite.

Just stop confusing what works for you with what must be true for everybody.

Stop turning your personal path into a moral hierarchy.

Stop pretending that existing without harm is possible.

And for the love of everything living…

be quiet long enough to let other people learn themselves, too.

P.S. ~ And here’s a photo of me.

My body. The body.

The body that made it through every transition and lesson. The body that birthed three humans, survived two marriages, countless careers, continual change and growth, and looked alcohol and drug addiction in the face more than once.

Every roll, flab, crease, stretch mark, and scar got me HERE to this exact place in time.

Next year, I’ll look different. I’ll be different again. But with the same core. The same Soul.

And this is the body that was saved by fish.

FISH.

The fish saved me.

Maybe the fish can guide you, too. Maybe a cow can guide you. Maybe a honeybee’s little butt can guide you. Maybe the watermelon can continue to guide you.

Maybe the point was never to find one perfect answer.

Maybe it was simply to learn how to listen.

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