Since starting this blog, on more than one occasion people I know and/or respect have criticized my approach. My voice is too strong. My messaging is angry. My language is too harsh. The cartoon of the duck with his head cut off was too much. These very same individuals go on to reiterate that “if you want to recruit new vegans, you’re going about it the wrong way.”
Recruit new vegans? What? That thought never crossed my mind. It actually never has.
Honestly, I could care less about the vegetarians who are too terrified to give up cheese omelettes. Or, the omnivore who is staring down the barrel of heart disease, counting the days until their chest is cracked open … just like their Dad did. Or the “cheating vegan” who thinks I am all high and mighty because I don’t actually pop a cube of cheese in my mouth now and again or grab that one slice of pizza a month. Or, that I own an iPhone.
Go for it. Have fun! Eat whatever you want! Seriously.
I will, however pause for a moment to say if you are directly responsible for cruelty to animals, I will hunt you down.
Back to my point.
I’m not here to recruit anyone. To each their own and I know, personally, that life’s too short not to live it up. At one point in the past few years I was known to go back to an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet and have six helpings of sausage biscuits and gravy. Believe it or not, I could rationalize that by saying it was my source of protein and I could actually lose weight the more I ate (ala Atkins). Three pieces of gas station pizza for lunch? Yes, please. I ate 68 chicken wings in one sitting.
I’m not a hypocrite. I’ve been there. I’m not judgemental (actually, I am and that’s tough shit). I’m not here to preach to the choir or to the sinners. I am only here to entertain.
I want this blog to make people laugh out loud (or, as I type out on my iPhone, LOL). I want people to share and comment (please comment) on my posts. Maybe learn a thing or two but mostly, just read a short anecdote about being vegan from, hopefully, a new perspective. I want that book deal. A movie deal. A TV sitcom. I want radio and TV hosts to call me to appear as a guest on their show to talk about my vegan journey. I’m a dyed-in-the-cotton narcissist.
However, if at any point in time I open my email and there is a message from that one person. That tiny voice, that very small shirker named JoJo from “Horton Hears a Who,” who, because of my blog, decided to stop eating meat, dairy, and eggs and to live a more compassionate life … I will know my work here is done.