Carnism and the social rejection of conscious eating

Not only that, but many of them get angry if you try to shed light on where their meat originates—just telling people you're vegan can sometimes inspire hostility. That’s because people know, on some level, that animal agriculture is horrific but support it anyway. By raising awareness of the reality of animal agriculture, you shed light on that moral discomfort that most people feel at the idea of eating animals.

Had an interesting discussion over lunch with a friend who experienced backlash while on vacation with friends when she casually stated that she wasn't interested in eating much meat because she was cutting back. Their chilly reaction and subsequent efforts to tempt her into eating various hunks of seared flesh left her puzzled. But longtime vegetarians and vegans will no doubt recognize this reaction, and Dr. Melanie Joy describes the phenomenon in this linked article on GOOD. She has coined the term "carnism" to refer to the systemic cultural belief that eating meat is right, healthy, and required, rather than the choice it truly represents. She highlights the fact that it is a choice by pointing out the wild inconsistencies in our attitudes and assumptions towards different kinds of animals.

I've found it to go beyond that, too. In my experience, any behavior (the deviation doesn't even have to be verbalized) that demonstrates an effort to make conscious choices about food and diet becomes suspect. It is as if my desire to eat a salad impinges on your ability to eat a steak.

The trouble with that is that my chosen diet is pretty non-mainstream. I am vegan and have been since 1998. Being vegan is as much an ethical choice as a health-conscious one, but I realize that ethical ideals are impossible so I try to respect everyone's ability to arrive at their own ethical compromises, within reason, and I try not to force my values onto anyone else. I'm also learning more and more about raw food and other optimized nutrition, and that has to do with improving my health: I'm not overly concerned about the welfare of carrots. But uttering the word "vegan" can stop a cocktail party conversation cold. Everyone is waiting for the other non-leather shoe to drop, I suppose, and for the lectures to begin.

I'm not a lecturing kind of person. (Not usually, anyway.) But I think this article presents some valuable new vocabulary and food (ha!) for thought, so whether you choose to eat meat or choose to abstain, you may find it valuable to read this whole article and possibly see some of the nearly-invisible constructs we're surrounded by in a new light.

Let me know your thoughts.

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How I keep my iPhone charger cable handy on my nightstand.

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After seeing a similar setup shown on Pinterest, I thought I'd show how I have my iPhone charger cable set up on my nightstand. The other version was clipped directly onto the nightstand; by clipping mine onto a handkerchief (which is then secured under the stack of whatever books I'm reading at the time) it doesn't risk damaging the nightstand.

Plus? Pretty green binder clip + pretty handkerchief = double win.

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Mona Simpson’s Eulogy for Steve Jobs

Over at nytimes.com.

I hate to seem morbid, but as I was reading this, it occurred to me that I genuinely think there's no finer piece of writing or oratory than a well-written, well-delivered eulogy.

When it's right, it evokes an aspect of the deceased that feels intimate and revealing, and yet familiar. And at the same time, it tells volumes about the grieving loved one delivering the eulogy, about what she values, about what she is evolved enough to appreciate in the deceased.

It's a lovely piece of art, and Mona Simpson's eulogy for her brother Steve Jobs is one of the finest I've read. It's making the rounds so you may have seen the link, but if you haven't actually clicked over to read it, you should.

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Bad for the bottom line, but good for profits?

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From Fast Company's "Ethonomics Weekly" email newsletter on October 27, 2011. 

Good thing everyone's all about the triple bottom line: that ought to leave plenty of room for sloppy contradictions.

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Alternative treatments vs. no treatment: Steve Jobs' decision to avoid surgery

But Jobs delayed surgery for at least nine months, making it "sound to assume that Mr. Jobs' choice for alternative medicine has eventually led to an unnecessarily early death.

I saw the headline "Steve Jobs Regretted Wasting Time on Alternative Medicine" tweeted many times a few days ago when this article first showed up, but I didn't have time to click through and read it. I was suspicious, though, that alternative treatments may have been scapegoated. Now that I have read it, I can't say that for sure, but it still strikes me as sensationalist and oversimplified. (No! Something in Gawker, sensationalist? Something about Steve Jobs?)

The thing is, what comes through to me as I read the Steve Jobs quote, "I didn't want my body... violated in that way" reads as straight-up fear. It doesn't read as if he got the news and went "oh, you know what? I want to go with an intense holistic approach and beat this shit" and then went all Gerson therapy on its ass. Instead, it reads as if he got the news and went "Shit. I don't want to deal with this" and used something between no treatment and alternative treatments as avoidance. There's a pretty big difference there.

The alternative treatments, in this part of the discussion, are a scapegoat and a distraction. I have known people -- LOTS of people -- who say they have overcome cancer through diet and lifestyle changes. I met literally dozens of them when Karsten and I went on a holistic-health-oriented cruise. (Don't take me to task on this: these are THEIR claims, not mine, but I believe them.) And at this moment in my life, I can't claim to know what I'd do if I were diagnosed with cancer. I do know how I reacted when I was diagnosed with something that could be cancer: I had the recommended surgery. (It turned out not to have been cancer, thankfully, and I ended up with complications, so perhaps an instinct to think twice about surgery would have been prudent.) But that was only a few short years after my dad died from cancer, and the word "cancer" scared the shit out of me. With more years of perspective and more education about the body's own systems of balance, I know I'd at least be inclined to double-down on my healthy diet and lifestyle and give my body the chance to deal with the abnormality on its own. I don't know if I'd actually go through with that; I might have surgery first and then follow that with a healing diet.

Either way, what I believe I wouldn't do is ignore it. And I'm not saying Jobs did, but it kinda comes across like he chose a level of denial over aggressive treatment, whether conventional or alternative. Unless someone knows and can tell me that he began following a very intentional diet and regimen geared at helping the body reverse the growth of the tumor, I don't think you can lay the blame for Steve Jobs' death at the feet of alternative medicine for the gap in treatment. I think you have to blame that on fear.

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Truly the funniest blog post I have ever read.

You bought two dead animals – killing each other – because renting them is a bad investment?

Yes, this has been making the rounds. Yes, I'm a few days behind on sharing this. Deal. Read the whole thing. Click the links in the post. It's all worth it.

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Bookmarking this for a Pride party sometime

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Found on Pinterest. So totally stealing this idea.

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Nice bit of visual storytelling about music consumption format market share.

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(Note: if the image isn't changing, click it to go back to the original - it's an animated GIF, and it's worth seeing.)

Cassette singles. Remember those?

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Lilies and babies and the circle of life

My great aunt Marie was my father's mother's older sister, and the only great aunt I've ever really known. As kids, my sister and brother and I used to stay with her or with my grandparents in the retirement home where they lived whenever my parents took us to visit Baltimore, so we got to spend a fair bit of time getting to know her. She could be moody or reserved and sometimes strict with us kids, but she also had wit, warmth, a big cozy hug, and flashes of an attitude that hinted at the strong and funny younger woman she must have been. 

Just as I was entering high school, Aunt Marie visited my parents' house in the Chicago suburbs and noticed some flowers growing in a patch of the yard neglected by the mower, and told us they were resurrection lilies - a flower she'd always loved. After she pointed them out, we realized you could see them from my parents' screened-in back porch. My dad, once he'd learned their name from his aunt, loved to sit on the back porch each August and point them out, reminding us that Aunt Marie was the one who identified them and how much she loved them. 

Six years ago, when my dad was dying from cancer, the resurrection lilies came up and with help, he was just barely able to make it to the back porch for one last viewing of the resurrection lilies. Once again, he reminded us about how Aunt Marie loved those flowers. As I helped him back to bed, he told me that after he died, he wanted me to dig up some of those lilies and plant them in my garden in Nashville, which he never had a chance to see, in memory of Aunt Marie and him. 

My dad died November 5th of that year. Even early November in the Chicago area is cold, and the ground was hard, but I got out there and dug up three bulbs, and got them into my garden here where they skip a year now and then but come up occasionally to remind me of my dad and his aunt. 

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How fitting then, that they showed up now, as I'm returning from a trip to Chicago to meet my great nephew, Samuel Martin (after my dad, Martin O'Neill) Vargas.

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Now that I'm a great aunt, I can't help feeling like those flowers are my connection with my Great Aunt Marie and my dad in welcoming Sammy to the family and to the world, and recognizing that life does, after all, go on.

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The problem with default web usage metaphors and lazy metrics

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We get used to seeing metaphors and metrics in certain contexts, and we just start taking for granted that they make sense. It's why I get really animated whenever an e-commerce client cites something Amazon does as proof that a technique works: Amazon can get away with crappy web interfaces because they're Amazon. No one else has that same power.

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