Tag Archives: My Fellow Humans

First Response

A couple of years ago at one of my more painfully boring office jobs, I had a picture of a rescued calf as a screen saver on my computer.  It’s the same picture I keep on this blog, under the “About” page. I’m with a young calf named Fawn, whom I met when Julian and I went to visit a Farm Sanctuary in 2014.

One day while at my desk, my boss came over and saw the photo and asked me about the bandages on Fawn’s legs. I explained that this was due to her falling into a concrete pit at birth and breaking one of her legs. Fawn’s mother, a dairy cow, had been forced to give birth while standing in a milking stall and could do nothing to save her since she was confined herself.

The response from my boss was, “Why didn’t they just put her down?” Continue reading

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There Is Nothing Wrong With An Emotional Response

I don’t hate the word “emotional” but I’m careful how I use it.  The reason is because it’s a word usually associated with weakness, hysteria, and is often assigned to females, implying some out-of-control aspect of their response to a situation.  What I’ve also noticed is that the word is sometimes used interchangeably to describe an overreaction even though having an emotional response and overreacting are not the same things.  Related, yes, but not the same things.  When people learn to restrain or control their emotions, it’s not that they’ve learned not to feel anything but rather they’ve learned to control how they display their responses to particular feelings.  This can be a good thing if you’re hot-tempered (like I am) but unhealthy if it means suppressing something that is fundamentally wrong, such as people who work in slaughterhouses and have to basically die a little themselves in order to carry out a very traumatic job day after day.   I suppose what I’m saying is that the term “emotional” is one I would use more were it not for some of the stereotypes that accompany it, including how it relates to one’s reaction to animal suffering. Continue reading

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Parallel Universes

I find myself wondering, especially around the holidays, if recovering alcoholics and vegans feel the same sometimes.  Drinking alcohol is an expected societal norm in that everyone thinks anyone over the age of 19 does it.  When you go to a restaurant, the first thing you’re asked after being seated is, “What can I get you to drink?” followed by hearing the specials which usually center around a meat of some kind.  The eating of meat, dairy and eggs is the same as alcohol in that everyone assumes you do it. Just this week, Julian had a minor procedure done at the hospital and upon his discharge was told to keep his meals light that day and to, “Go home and have some scrambled eggs or chicken noodle soup.”  Grrrr.  I bit my tongue because what was the point of correcting a person I was never going to see again?

I’m guilty myself of assuming that everyone drinks alcohol and I’m trying to be more mindful of that.  I know there are people who simply don’t drink and never have but I wonder if recovering addicts, people who have experienced firsthand the damages of alcohol and have made the change from “before” to “after” ever get frustrated with the endless promotion and sale of alcohol knowing what they now know about the consequences of it.  Especially when alcohol, like animal products, is advertised as everything from sexy to traditional, almost as something we deserve to indulge ourselves in from time to time. Continue reading

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