not my original image: this is from a burger king ad in the Netherlands
Women buy fashion magazines all the time which feature how to do your eye-shadow in different ways, so how is this bad. Tasty? oh right, comparing women to a piece of meat? Sorry, this vegan is not offended by the Burger King ad.
However, this Peta ad, that compares going vegan to becoming an abuser, who will bash the women in their life – this does offend me.
The pimping of women has been discussed extensively by vegans and non-vegans alike, their
I’d rather go naked than wear fur might have been effective the very first time it came out. But now they have women getting naked for everything
I’d rather go naked than be a meat-eater? How does being naked sell vegetarianism – because Peta do not advocate veganism
And why is this celebrity – of some sort – naked for circuses?
I’m assuming Olivia Munn is a celebrity, Peta love naked celebrities in their advertising. Because it is so empowering to be naked, that’s why Obama turns up to the Oval Office in just his tighty-whiteys.
Who goes to the circus wearing no clothes? Peta have lost the plot.
Give me a Burger King ad anyday, at least it is only the woman’s eyelid that is being exploited (!)
And, let’s not forget, Burger King has the Alicia Silverstone tick of approval
text of image below: if you are in a crunch and need a super quick yummy flirt meal, the burger king veggie burger is so yummie… (10:48 AM – 13 May 2010)
*The Sexual Politics Of Meat is a phrase made famous by Carol J Adams
If you are not a vegan but would like to prepare a special night for your Loved One, these are just some of the issues to consider. If you are a new vegan this are some idea that you might not have considered yet.
Information: if you are a non-vegan and are preparing a meal, ask other vegans if you are unsure of something. There are many people who call themselves vegan, and some even write books, but that label is more aspirational than actual. Some people who claim to be vegan use leather and eat honey, neither of which are vegan.
So whether real life or social media, if you are not sure whether something is vegan or not – ask a vegan, most are extremely helpful in this area.
Candles: nothing says
romantic dinner for two than gently flickering candles. However, there is nothing less romantic than those candles being made from the rendered fat of slaughtered cows – tallow.
Lead can be used in wicks, while not a vegan-specific issue, it is probably better for everyones health to not burn lead.
Look for tallow-free candles, with lead-free wicks.
Air-fresheners: your Loved One, or potential Loved One, probably wouldn’t notice the brand of air-freshener you use, some of the larger brand names continue to experiment on animals. (For example, Procter & Gamble: see P&G Kills ).
Tablecloths, place-settings, napkins: Avoid silk, or better yet, try to avoid all animal-derived materials in decorating your home – silk, suede, down, leather, wool.
Bone China Flatware: Bone china really is made from bones. Yep, from the bones of cattle.
Recipes: if you are non-vegan and cooking a vegan meal, perhaps for the first time, keep a copy of the recipe close by. If asked, show it, and don’t be offended if your Loved One says “that’s not vegan”, just put the food in the fridge and enjoy it another time.
This is not a criticism, there was a recent magazine article that ran a “Vegan Meal For 2″ story, which included a dessert recipe that called for the eggwhites from two organic, free-range chickens. No matter how
free those chickens were, their eggs are not ever going to be vegan. So even people trying to do the right thing can be affected by food writers with an agenda.
Perhaps, keep some pasta and sauce in the pantry, for example, just in case you need a back-up meal.
Alcohol: part of the manufacturing process requires alcohol to be clarified or refined, sometimes this is done using isinglass (from the dried swim bladders of fish). Also may contain, dairy, honey, additives, gelatine, eggs. Rumours also have a particular brand of redwine using bull- or ox-blood to clarify their product.
For more information about particular brands: @barnivore on twitter
Sugar: if you are preparing dessert, be aware some sugars are processed using bone char (bone charcoal), for whitening and decolourising. This does not apply to all sugar.
(sidenote: bone char is also used in refining crude oil during production of petroleum jelly).
Honey: no, it is not vegan.
This is not something real vegans debate. If you want to lick something off your… spoon, make it something other than honey.
Vegan whipped cream: yes, it is real, but involves a little bit of preparation, and involves coconut milk and maple syrup. Recipe found here – Mission Vegan: Whipped Cream
Chocolate: yes there is such a thing as vegan chocolate. There are many vegan chocolates out there…. and marshmallows, and candy/lollies, and cakes and biscuits/cookies.
My recipe for an easy, but decadent all-vegan chocolate cake with ganache and butter cream
Condoms: In some instances the processing of latex involves casein (a milk-protein). There are vegan brands available.
Massage Oil: Who needs commercial brands filled with article additives, alcohol, glycerol, stearates, tallow. A light flavoured nut-oil, such as macadamia nut, is much more healthy, and non-toxic if you happen to accidentally swallow some.
And, one last idea:
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10 Simple Tips For Better Tasting Semen
Suggestions including eating more spices, fruits and fresh vegetables.
What is the vegan community?
And who is part of it?
And, who gets to decide who else can be part of it?
A recent discussion on social network sites revolved around an activist (I don’t know anything about the case, so I will be vague) who was in prison.
I commented on a forum, that I had tried for a couple of years to make a connection with this person, and over the space of those years got absolutely nothing back, not even one single “hello”. This was someone who did not want my support, someone who had rejected my support, but now was in trouble, suddenly I was useful?
I pointed this out, and the fact I thought it was strange that there were people trying to make me feel guilty that I felt nothing about his arrest.
That set off a storm on the vegan blogs. I was selfish, a failed human being, stupid – you name it, the insults came fast and furious.
I should support my community without asking for something in return, and if this prisoner has not even said hello in two years of supporting his causes, then I should just keep giving to him, more and more and more.
(and by the way: it is laughable how often these comments come from people who are vegans of less than a year… give someone a copy of an Alicia Silverstone book and slab of Daiya and they think they are the Gods Of Veganism, lecturing to all and sundry about who qualifies for being vegan and what you have to do to Earn Your Place In Your Community.)
It was not surprising to me, just disappointing, at how many people said “I am unfollowing you” for not supporting “YOUR community”.
That doesn’t seem very supportive to me.
I jokingly said “I resign from the vegan community, as I don’t recall signing up”.
Talk about hate-mail avalanche!
It just demonstrates once again, how petty, nasty, spiteful, predictable, insular, cliquey, highschoolish, disgusting the behaviour is of some vegans towards other vegans who don’t faithfully fall in line behind the “gurus” or toe the line on doctrine.
This is the community that I am supposed to support?
These are the loving, caring, compassionate people, who lecture others on how a community treats its members.
It is hard to find the time to be a good community member when I’m too busy deleting the hate mail pouring in from the “real” community members.
By their reasoning, I am not a proper member for failing to support a vegan in trouble, because goodness knows, the vegan community is so talented with supporting its members (so clearly, I was never one of them, which makes it “ok” for them to send me hatemail).
yes, http://houseofhippies.tumblr.com/ I am looking at you
By defining an “us” and “them”, the Insiders and Outsiders, the real community members and the fakes, it is easy to hate others. Do exactly as we say, all of the times, and we will accept you. Have a different opinion, and you stop being a real member of the community, and you will become fair game. We will ignore you, hate you, belittle you, betray you, hack your accounts, because You Are Not One Of Us.
The same people attacking me were the same ones demanding I show more respect to others… because obviously the word “hypocrite” is not in their dictionaires.
The double standard of attacking someone who has supported you, for them not supporting someone who has completely ignored them for years – the double standard at work is laughable.
I try and try to be a good member, and get treated like, I don’t know… a melange of servant, moron, groupie, brain donor, ATM card, shitpile, football, doormat, yet when an animal activist is in trouble, I am supposed to reach out and do all I can to the very same people that have treated me like garbage.
My support has been rejected in the past, and I am a failed human being for going “you don’t want me around, I accept that, I will go away, like you want me to” and giving up… and here is the thing, you can only get kicked in the head so often before you say “I am not going to try anymore with that person”… until they are in trouble and suddenly they have a use for you.
People only pull the “be a good community member” card on you when they want something from you, and if you don’t do Exactly What They Want, When They Want It, then you are a failed human being!!!!
Being in a community is not, or at least should not, be a one way street. I find it hard to extend compassion to people who send me hatemail, or unfollow for a sarcastic comment, or take it upon themselves to be the final arbiter of who is a member of the vegan community or not.
I have seen little support and sense of community directed at me. And yet, I am asked to give more and more.
This is peer pressure at is more disgusting. Conform or you will be all alone.
Do what we tell you, and maybe you can be part of Our Community, because don’t think for one minute that just because you are vegan and animal liberation activist that you are part of Our Community. Oh No you are not.
In my experience, as someone who has been a vegan since I was 15, I have never experienced this sense of community with other vegans which people are always telling me I NEED to show to others, yet never extend to me.
Never, there has not be one single day, in the real world or online, when I have had that “I feel like I’m home” feeling.
In fact, every day that passes I feel more and more alienated from a cause which I work for practically every minute of my life.
Sometimes it feels like there is a rulebook, which all the vegans got, except me: the right forums to join, the right gurus to worshhip, the insiders, the outsiders, the right blogs to follow, you get that wrong and you just won’t ever fit in.
I often feel like I’m out here on my own, my own little vegan world of one or two, standing outside in the cold and the snow, rubbing the frost off the window glass, peering in, while all the other vegans are in a warm cozy room, huddled around a flickering fire, comfortable and secure.
Maybe I will never fit in, maybe I should sacrifice some of my beliefs (such as stop trying to convince people that leather wearing and cheese eating celebrities are not vegan; or vegans don’t necessarily need to have a USAmerican guru, and join the liberationists Or the abolitionists- must chose!), maybe it is time to compromise who I am in order to fit in better with a community that seems to constantly reject me.
It seems to be, that when ever I express an opinion, I am ostracised, and sent hate mail, I am called names, but do I really need to lie and say, “oh yes, celebrity in prison has my full support”, because he does not, and more to the point…. if I was ever in prison, I doubt he would take the five and half seconds required to give me a second thought.
So it seems my role in “my community” is to shut up, smile, reblog, promote other peoples causes, sacrifice my beliefs, never have an original – controversial – opinion, never disagree with anyone Ever, never ask questions, and suck up to the celebrities activists, and only then will I be accepted.
Only by changing everything about myself, is there ever any hope of fitting in with “my” community.
Because being part of a community is giving in to everyone unquestionly, and giving uncritical support every minute of the day, by pretending to be someone you’re not, so you can be completely ignored by everyone involved, except those sending you hate mail.
Yep, riiiight…. and people criticise me for saying, I don’t feel like part of THAT community?
Really? that sounds like something which people willingly want to be part of? And they wonder why so many distance themselves from “the vegan community”.
These side-shows, this online popularity contest, is best left to people who are still in highschool. The whole “I am unfollowing you” drama, really? this is how adults act? it’s time some people grew up (lunaselenaunicorn, I am looking at you, don’t just unfollow me, block me, because I don’t want to be reading about your mylittlepony obsession any longer).
If the spite, pettiness and nastiness is what it means to be part of “the vegan community” the one, true, very beige, homogenous, group-think community – then I am pleased I resigned my membership from YOUR community.
Oh, I am still a vegan, and will always be, I have just given up trying to feel some sense of belonging, a feeling of kinship, searching for a community – Your Community, which does not seem to exist for me, from people who send me hate mail about how I am a bad member of the community.
Eternally an Outsider:
I dont like the woman, I think when she cheers for dead babies that is not any kind of animal rights that I want anything to do with, and her supporters are just straight up nasty bullies to me for disagreeing with her…
but I have been approached because people think I dont like her enough to take my disagreements with her outside my blogs and target her.
People have extremely personal details about her, that I think someone in some sort of anti-animal rights group or law enforcement, I dont know, is ramping up efforts to shut down her group Negotiation Is Over.
Over the past couple of weeks, what I am hearing is louder and more detailed than anything Ive heard before.
My suggestion to Camille, if they have tried to use me, they will try others – be aware of any new person who wants to be your best friend online.
This feels different from other times Ive been approached to dish the dirt on other animal rights activists.
In the past Ive been fed rumours that people have asked me to blog, in an attempt to discredit her, I think anyone who knows Marino has heard the rumous, but I refused to do that because they were not something I knew personally, and I doubt theyre true.
And just because I dislike her methods, doesnt mean that I agree with what appears to be an organised targeting of ARAs.
If someone knows her, possibly pass on the message.
This is a rather personal story, inspired in part by a girl I follow in twitter and tumblr – Selena, who is a 16 year old vegan, and I often think, how smart she is compared to me at that same age. So I began looking back, and this is my story….
When I was about 10 or so, there was a girl at my school who was vegetarian, and I was always asking lots of questions about what she ate, there was also a 7th Day Adventist family, and I asked them a lot of questions too.
One day, I mentioned this “nut meat” product that my vegetarian friend at school would eat, my mother warned me, “Don’t think you’ll be allowed to go vegetarian”.
When I was 11, I was at luau in Hawaii, with my family, and part of that was a whole pig on a spit, roasting over an open fire. I took one look at it and knew then and there I would be vegetarian.
It wasn’t just “pork” – It was a pig!
It didn’t look like a pork chop… It. Had. A. Face.
I refused to eat any of the pork at the luau, and my mother told me she was so ashamed that I didn’t eat this wonderful food, what would people think.
When I got to high school, a big event happened that changed my life completely. I was brutalised and terrorised by a teacher. This man was a famous football player, back in the day when teachers still had real jobs.
He was my maths teacher. He was also a Parramatta Eel, NSW State Of Origin, Australian representative in Rugby League, and we were so annoyed that he wouldn’t even take a day off school during State Of Origin, not even when the games were in Queensland. (From this point on, he shall be named as Mr Win-At-All-Cost)
Anyway, I told my mother about it, she told me “don’t make a fuss”.
I told my principal about it, Did I have evidence? No. Then it didn’t happen.
The being targeted by this man continued, I told my mother that if it happened again, I would scream so loud, that the whole world would hear, my mother said “I am so ashamed you’re my daughter, now go apologise to Mr Win-At-All-Cost”.
I had been getting a lot of detentions, both as a result of this mans brutality, which led to me not co-operating with authority, but also because of being vegetarian, which the school decided was yet one more example of my bad trouble-making ways.
Apparently I had behavioural problems – at school, because I refused to co-operate with the man who brutalised me,
and also at home, which in my mothers’ world, that meant, I wouldn’t eat meat.
And wasn’t my mother ashamed that I was her daughter.
These two events happened about the same time in my life. They are inexorably linked. The brutality from the teacher, which lasted for a few months, and the standing up for myself as a vegetarian.
At this stage, if there was meat in something, I would take it out (yeah, I thought I was vegetarian). If it was on a sandwich, I would take the meat off. If it was on my plate I would eat around it.
I also cooked the family meals. I would come home from schools, while my siblings did sport or other activities, I had to do housework, cook dinner and clean up from dinner. But my mother would leave detailed instructions about what to cook.
If a recipe called for 150 grams of ham in the fried rice, it better be 150 grams, not 149 grams, not 151 grams.
In those early days of my vegetarian experience, I had to cook a lot of meals like goulash, spaghetti bolognaise (minced beef in tomato sauce with onions), things where it was almost impossible to take the meat out.
I didn’t dish up the meals, just cook them. So I couldn’t put more vegetables on my plate and less meat. No.
There was many nights when all I would eat was plain boiled spaghetti. For example, if the meal was bolognaise, I would push all the meat aside and wash the spaghetti off. My mother didn’t like that, she would hold my face down and tell me to clean off my plate, she didn’t like a messy plate.
Everything had to be clean. I often sat at the table until 9 or 10 o’clock, refusing to clean the meat (eat) off my plate.
This only reinforced my mothers views that I had behavioural problems. I was a messy eater.
That was my mothers big thing, if something was messy she would throw it out. If my pencil sharpener was a millimeter out of alignment on my desk, it was too messy, she would throw it out. If my book had a page that was bent or folded, it would be too messy and thrown out. If I hanged my clothes with the coathanger facing out instead of in, that item of clothing would be too messy and thrown out.
Meanwhile, at school I was always, always getting in trouble, I spent more time in detention that in all other classes put together, almost.
I got detentions for dodging maths class (hey, who could have predicted that)…
I got detentions almost every week for not being in uniform – no I’m sorry, but your policy that girls had to wear skirt, and no pants allowed, uh-uh – no one is getting access to under my skirt, I don’t care who they are, I wore pants, and the detentions continued.
or the time when it came to selecting subjects, I chose metal work, I got put in home economics (cooking) because I was a girl and girls didn’t do metal work.
Although I was the most popular kid in that class, I would pay the same money as everyone else, but when it came to eating the food, I ate the vegetables, and the rest of my table ate the meat, they loved that.
In one class we had to kill, dehead, scale and gut a fish.
Yep, that is right, there was like this bucket of fish swimming around, we had to choose one, kill it, chop its head off and scale it, and slice it open and pull its insides out.
The 7th Day Adventists were excused. This girl who cried and cried was excused. I was told I would fail the class if I didn’t.
“But I’m vegetarian, I don’t eat animals”
“Fine,” my teacher told me, “you don’t have to eat it, but you still have to …..”
“But that’s not fair, Anna doesn’t have to, and she actually eats fish”
“But she cried”
I failed the class and had to get my parents to sign a note. Oh boy, was I in trouble that night. I was such a continued embarrassment to my mother. Brought such shame to the family.
Or the times, that they had fund raising barbecues – “But I’m vegetarian, I don’t eat sausages, I don’t eat butter or margarine, and I don’t eat white bread, you expect me to pay the same money as everyone else, to lick up $3 worth of tomato sauce?” I said …. and off to another detention I went.
Detention was fun, I got to hang out with all the bad boys – “and what are you in for?” would usually be the start the detention sessions. The boys would be in for fighting, graffiti, smoking, skipping class…. and me? Oh I’m vegetarian.
When I was about 14 going on 15, I started experimenting with vegan days, where I would secretly not eat any animal products while still pretending that I did, and hoping no one would notice.
I would still have to prepare and cook meals with meat and other animal products.
One day, when I was barely 15 still in my occasionally eating dairy and eggs (I didn’t eat honey) sometimes, and vegan meals other times phase…. my sibling bit me.
I turned up at the meal table, my arm was bleeding, big mistake. My mother forced my head onto the floor and told me to clean up the mess. One drop of blood was just too messy. So I licked up the blood that had fell on the floor from my bitten arm. Then sent to my room without dinner.
What? but my sibling bit ME!
My mother responded if my sibling bit me, I must have deserved it.
I wasn’t allowed dinner, or any other food the next day either. Or the next.
On the 3 day of no food, one of my friends gave me a cheese sandwich. I ate it, and threw it up soon after, it was so greasy, all margarine and white bread and cheese slices, and I hadn’t eaten in three days by this stage. But it was possibly one of the greatest sandwiches I’d had in my life at that point.
But I fell over in class. I was walking to my desk, and its like I took a step and the floor came up to face, I didn’t have the sensation of falling. I must have fainted or something.
So of course I get a note sent home, my parents had to sign it, to give the school permission to keep me back late for afternoon detention. For “being a disruption to the other members of class”.
My mother went out of her brain. Accepting food from strangers, like I was a charity case, she was “mortified…. so ashamed that I was her daughter”. And I got no dinner that night either.
On the 4th day without food, my friend, the wonderful, adorable Sonya, whose parents had a farm, brought me in a container full of the luscious, plumpest, juiciest, reddest strawberries that have ever existed. And I ate them, every last one.
When I got home from school, I went straight to my room, like I had to, only allowed out to cook. Lamb chops, mashed potato (with one and a half potatoes each person), and three tablespoons for each person of frozen peas, and sliced carrots, no wider than 5 millimeters each slice.
After they finished eating, and I went out to wash the dishes, my mother called me out of the kitchen.
“Is it true, that you were seen eating at school?”
“Just a strawberry, Sonyas family own a strawberry farm”
“How dare you, I am so ashamed that you’re my daughter, accepting charity…. do you want people to think we don’t feed you?”
(Well, you don’t)
“If you ate food like a normal person, you would be allowed dinner, now here, have a chop”
There was a plate with a lamb chop on it. It was cold and the fat had started to congeal. It smelled like burnt flesh.
My mother didn’t like that, can’t leave food on a plate, it’s too messy. She shoved my head down and I refused to eat it.
“But I work so hard to put food on the table, and you think you can just be ungrateful, that you refuse to eat it?”
“But I don’t eat meat”
So my mother dragged me into my room, and began packing my things into whatever bags she could find. I didn’t have much, most of possessions had been thrown out over the years as being “too messy”. And, I was pushed out the door and the door locked.
I slept that first night in the garage. I snuck back in, in the morning to get ready for school. I hadn’t eaten in days, and the food cupboards were locked. But the fridge wasn’t. I opened the fridge, and was about to drink some milk, in my head the phrase “meat is murder, milk is rape” kept going through my mind.
I didn’t drink the milk.
I was never allowed back in the house again.
For the first few days, I kept thinking, “I’ll be asked to come back, won’t I?”
Was I really so messy, that I had to be thrown out as well?
There was an abandoned car under a bridge at an abandoned farm, “The Poderosa”, I lived there. I would go to school really, really early, shower in the locker room, dry myself with paper towels, then stay in the local library until that closed then go sleep in the car, and hope like hell that no one would come around and harass me.
In the hotter weather, when more people would be around The Ponerosa, I would sleep in an empty church, the Country Womens Association Hall, in the park, any place where there was no people. Sometimes I would go to sporting grounds and use their change sheds for a shower.
It was hard, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
When I finished year 12, I had actually topped the state in 3 subjects (but not Maths, I barely scrapped by with a pass). That meant 100%, there was people from other schools too that got 100%, but it was actually a big deal. There was an awards night at the school, and I went to the local op shop and bought a cheap old bridesmaid dress and got all pretty and went.
I collected my awards, and after the ceremony, one of my favourite teachers ever, Mr James, asked me where my family was, did I really come alone? I had topped the state, didn’t any celebrate with me?
Mr James was the first person I told, I said “my mother kicked me out of home when I was 15, I’ve been living in the park”.
“But your siblings, they go to this school too, are they homeless?”
“Nope, just me”
Yes, I still went to the same school as my siblings, the people who were not too messy and allowed to stay. I would pass them in the halls occasionally, that was weird.
Maybe all those hours and hours, I spent at the library, doing nothing but reading everything that had a printed word in it, did have some advantages. I didn’t watch television or listen to the radio. All I did was read.
How different my life would have been if I never looked at that poor pig on a spit roast at the age of eleven and decide that I was meant to be vegetarian.
How different my life would have been if I just ate that lamb chop at fifteen that my mother tried to force me to eat.
But I am vegan, it’s who I am, and I refuse to change that for anyone, for any reason.
Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: deliciousness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.
(all ingredients vegan)
1 1/2 cups of Self-Raising flour
1/4 cup of cocoa powder
1 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup light oil (oil of your choice, eg sunflower, macadamia)
1 cup of water
1. Preheat oven to 160°C / 320°F.
Line with baking paper and grease a cake baking tray
2. Sift together flour and cocoa, add sugar mix well.
3. Add vanilla extract and oil.
4. Add most of the water (better to reserve some water, than add all in one go; it is easier to add more water if the mixture is too dry than add more flour if the mixture is too wet).
5. Blend by hand, 4-5 minutes (or with electric mixer), until the mixture is a velvety smooth batter.
6. Pour into prepared baking tray, tap the sides with a wooden spoon to make an air bubbles come to the top.
Bake 40-50 minutes or until a wooden skewer comes out clean. (I like to spin my cakes around half way through baking, to ensure that it cooks evenly from all sides).
7. Cool in tray for 5 minutes, then remove and transfer to a wire rack to cool completely before adding ganache and / or chocolate butter cream.
100 – 150 grams of vegan chocolate (such as a block or choc-dots)
1 tablespoon vegan margarine
1. Melt the chocolate in a microwave (in 10 second bursts) or in bowl over a saucepan of simmering water (double-boiler) ensure no water gets in the melted chocolate, stir until melted.
2. Add margarine, mix.
3. Spread over cake as an icing / frosting.
Chocolate Butter Cream
1/2 cup of icing mixture or icing sugar (powdered sugar)
(icing mixture is icing sugar with corn flour, icing sugar is very fine sugar)
1 tablespoon cocoa
1 tablespoon vegan margarine
1. Mix the cocoa and the sugar, til blended, add enough margarine til mixture is spreadable.
2. Adjust the quantities to taste or til desired consistency.
3. Spread over cake instead of ganache or as a filling.
Top cake with crushed chocolate biscuits, sliced strawberries,
or a light dusting of powdered sugar.
Wait for cake to cool completely before removing greased baking paper.