anonymous asked:

you do realize that calling ppl carnist is classist right? there are people who literally can't afford anything except cheap meat, and there are people who cant live off of a vegan diet. i don't want to be rude, but that post you made was completely contradictory.

Hi there! 

I see your point and people often believe veganism to be expensive when it is one of the cheapest lifestyles out there. 

Check out these master posts showing just how cheap veganism can be. There may be some overlap in their links but they’ve done an awesome job collecting resources. 

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People often think vegans go for those expensive cheese and meat replacements but the truth is … us low income vegans use food stamps, shop at 99cent/$1 stores. You can buy produce, canned goods, frozen goods, soy milk, snacks (and even score some neat items like Earth Balance Mac n Cheese) at the 99 Cents store! So please don’t erase us low income vegans! 

Vegans come from every country, background and income level. This post touches on my opinion on some thoughts on those “Whole Foods” vegans.

Again, please do not erase low income vegans. 

Thanks for stopping by, hope you’re well!

EXCLUSIVE: On cloud nine with man of the moment and Oscar winner Jared Leto

Method actor, rock-star lothario or political firebrand; Jared Leto is a winner whatever mode he’s in. Between filling stadiums and fielding calls from Obama, the man of the moment invites Stephanie Rafanelli to join him on cloud nine a few nights after his Oscar glory.

Although I’m trying really hard to resist, Jared Leto is urging me to stage-bomb. His locks flying behind him like Hermes’ wings, he speed-circles the stage over to the discreet corner where I’m standing, grabs my hand and drags me out in front of the baying 13,000-strong audience, singing to me all the while — and, even worse, goading me to join him in a chorus. Needless to say, this is not the polite Academy Awards podium but, six days later, on a grubbier, strobe-lit stage at Helsinki’s Hartwall Arena, where he has rejoined his band Thirty Seconds to Mars for its remaining six-month world tour.

Leto has made his entrance tonight in a black hooded coat, wielding a baseball bat; more LA drugs dealer than the politically engaged figure in an oversized bow tie he cut at the Oscars. With suitable drama, he throws off the jacket to expose the full glory of his rock Jesus look — shades, man-leggings, tunic skirt, sleeveless T-shirt — whereupon he unleashes his power-vocals on to his fans for two adrenaline-fuelled hours: jumping, grinding, sprinting and simultaneously flirting with what feels like every single member of the crowd. ‘I don’t dive into the mosh pit any more,’ he whispers to me on a break. ‘It’s the fastest way to lose your penis. And I’m proud to say mine is still intact.’

The show is part full-on rock extravaganza, part interactive Leto comedy routine. ‘Hey you,’ he cries into his mic. ‘Great mullet, man. That’s my next haircut. Business at the front. Party at the back.’ This culminates with a stage invasion and a mass selfie, his second of the week: the 42-year-old in a huddle of ecstatic Scandi teens.

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