I just can't

  • Cows don’t need to be milked!!
  • Cows don’t need to be milked!!

Just like other mammals, cows produce milk to feed their calf.

  • A cow has to be pregnant first!!

Cows aren’t magical milk machines, and they don’t “give milk” so you have something to pour over your frosted flakes.

  • Cows have been giving birth and nursing their calves well before we started stealing it from them. Believe me, we’re not needed.

The only time a cow is uncomfortable is being in factory farms they’re given hormones to produce more milk than their bodies can handle. You think a farmer on a quaint farm waits 9 months to take milk from one cow to feed the masses? No, these cows are milk slaves, it’s a very fast very painful process. they’re impregnated back to back to back, they’re given lots of hormones, the calves are literally dragged away from their mums at birth and they suffer a lot of infections as well as mental and physical stress. As it’s not natural.

  • Dairy cows are “spent” and killed after a few short years and made into cheap hamburger meat. Veal is a product of the dairy industry. The meat and dairy industries work hand in hand.

I don’t care that your uncles friends brothers cousin has a little farm that treats their cows nice. That’s not how the popular milk and dairy products end up at your local grocery store. Dairy is bad for the planet, it’s immensely cruel and it’s bad for our health.

  • Get informed. Get unbrainwashed. Get weaned.

There’s plenty of delicious dairy-free ice creams and milks. If you need suggestions my ask box is always open and google is there.

This is from his Facebook page. There aren’t enough words to express how much I admire and respect him.

“Today I found myself the subject of an Internet meme. Not for the first time. 

This one, however, stands out from the rest.

In 2010, semi-retired from acting, I was keeping a low-profile for a number of reasons. 

First and foremost, I was suicidal. 

This is a subject I’ve since written about, spoken about, shared about. 

But at the time I suffered in silence. As so many do. The extent of my struggle known to very, very few. 

Ashamed and in pain, I considered myself damaged goods. And the voices in my head urged me down the path to self-destruction. Not for the first time.

I’ve struggled with depression since childhood. It’s a battle that’s cost me time, opportunities, relationships, and a thousand sleepless nights.

In 2010, at the lowest point in my adult life, I was looking everywhere for relief/comfort/distraction. And I turned to food. It could have been anything. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. But eating became the one thing I could look forward to. Count on to get me through. There were stretches when the highlight of my week was a favorite meal and a new episode of TOP CHEF. Sometimes that was enough. Had to be.

And I put on weight. Big f–king deal.

One day, out for a hike in Los Angeles with a friend, we crossed paths with a film crew shooting a reality show. Unbeknownst to me, paparazzi were circling. They took my picture, and the photos were published alongside images of me from another time in my career. "Hunk To Chunk.” “Fit To Flab.” Etc.

My mother has one of those “friends” who’s always the first to bring you bad news. They clipped one of these articles from a popular national magazine and mailed it to her. She called me, concerned.

In 2010, fighting for my mental health, it was the last thing I needed.

Long story short, I survived.

So do those pictures.

I’m glad.

Now, when I see that image of me in my red t-shirt, a rare smile on my face, I am reminded of my struggle. My endurance and my perseverance in the face of all kinds of demons. Some within. Some without. 

Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist. 

Anyway. Still. Despite.

The first time I saw this meme pop up in my social media feed, I have to admit, it hurt to breathe. But as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning. And the meaning I assign to this/my image is Strength. Healing. Forgiveness. 

Of myself and others.

If you or someone you know is struggling, help is available. Reach out. Text. Send an email. Pick up the phone. Someone cares. They’re waiting to hear from you. Much love. - W.M. #koalas #inneractivist#prisonbroken

www.afsp.org
www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org
www.activeminds.org
www.thetrevorproject.org
www.iasp.info

www.facebook.com/notes/wentworth-miller/flour-or-wheat/1653559881523614

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That the plan? Take me out in the middle of nowhere where no one can find the body?