13 years ago today I inadvertently chose to have the same conversation roughly 1000 times, usually at meals. I didn’t mean to but I signed up to endlessly defend everything I eat and drink. 13 years ago I began a never-ending, frustrating process of explaining myself and still feeling misunderstood. This is all because on June 21, 1991 I decided to become a vegetarian.
I loved meat. When I was first trying to give it up my middle school was located right beside a Burger King and the smell of whoppers wafted through windows to torture my discipline. Today I’ve rediscovered my love for meat albeit through soy look-alikes which may or may not actually resemble the real thing. At some point I stopped evaluating food simply by taste and adopted preferences based on health, humanity, and harm to the environment. That summer I read books in the public library on how animals were raised, killed, shipped, bred, and sold and decided I didn’t want to be part of that system. After a couple months I came home one afternoon to inform my parents I would no longer be eating meat. Because I was not old enough to buy my own groceries I told them I would be content with peanut butter sandwiches till I was 18 if necessary. They resisted, even punished at first, but eventually relented. I wonder today if I would have that sort of resolve about anything.
To me, it was never about killing animals. I’ve always thought people who oppose the killing of animals to stop eating them go back to burgers pretty quickly. The idea of choosing whether or not to be part of a system is a bit more complex. To explain I usually use the analogy of pet stores. When I was growing up there were pet store chains with stores in almost every mall. Then, a lot of news reports came out about how poorly animals were treated and bred for pet stores. Most people don’t like the idea of puppy/kitty/bunny abuse so they looked to shelters and private breeders for pets. Many chains went out of business. It wasn’t that those people thought it immoral to own a pet, they just didn’t want to be part of that system so they took their business elsewhere. I don’t have an overriding moral objection to killing an animal and eating it. That seems to be the natural order of things. I just can’t justify playing a role in the current corporate farm model of the meat industry.
This idea of interconnectedness has bled into other areas of my adult life. I find the overall concept as frustrating to explain as its specific applications – like vegetarianism. This isn’t the result of some density on the part of the listener. It mainly stems from my own inability to rectify it in my mind. It’s also not all that prevalent in capitalist society and humankind is selfish by nature. The idea of seeing your individual choices in terms of how they affect greater goods like the environment or developing countries is highly ethical in one sense while esoteric, abstract, and impossible to apply consistently in another. It’s equally impossible to avoid hypocrisy. I can criticize people who drive gas-guzzling SUVs but insist on running the air conditioner non-stop. No cows were injected with hormones on behalf of my lunch today but I can guess some little Honduran girl worked very hard on the shirt I’m wearing.
My realist tendencies remind me that everything I choose has a near negligible effect on the systems I subvert. My conscience reminds me that I can’t take myself completely out of any system nor can I remove myself even partially from most systems with which I disagree. However, I still find value in notions of interconnectedness. So I don’t eat animals. I recycle bottles, read a lot of news from different sources, and vote. Who knows if this really does help some overall concept of cosmic order. I at least know the effort helps one individual system… me.