Apparently I can’t make a comment online about eating fake meat because meat eaters everywhere think it’s gross that I don’t eat flesh as I often as I used to.
You know what’s really gross? The way meat is slaughtered. The way that animals are cared for in factory farms (sorry, the way they aren’t cared for). Fifty chicks going through a grinder at once—alive, screaming. Human sweat that happens from the rampant global warming that’s been caused by thousands of cows passing gas at one time. The slightly regulated meat on the back of a truck that’s only partially refrigerated on its way to a fast food restaurant. The constipation that develops because you haven’t had a single fibrous thing to eat in three days.
I eat meat, but not every day. And these are the reasons why. You can have your steak and eat it, too, but isn’t it more rewarding when it’s quality every single time?
On a completely unrelated note, I am going to Portland this weekend to eat a ton of meat and drink gallons of beer. “But Flo you said meat is bad.” Not in Oregon, it ain’t. DELICIOUS FOOD FOR THE WIN.
God I love food.