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[starfrosting]

Man, Gordon Ramsey, what a toppish chef. And if there's one thing in this world I love, it's toppish chefs.

Today I went to an anarchist bookfair. I'm excited that Dublin has enough of an anarchist community or presence or whatever to hold one. This kid Dara who's friends with Sef met me at Christchurch to help me find my way, what a mensch. As soon as we walked in to the hall Dara tells me it's evidently Vegetarianism Day or something like that. So, caught up in my own personal excitement at transgressing my own purist vegetarianism, I told him "oh man I ate lamb last night for the first time in like seven years." He's appalled, goes, "Why?!" And I heard those carnivorous blame-shifting words I've always despised come out of my own damn mouth: "Man, I just really wanted to eat some fucken lamb. It was delicious!" Haha. I felt a little ashamed though, honestly. Plus I was wearing leather, shocker of shockers. I actually said, while some of us were sitting outside eating stolen vegan food, that I am entirely unapologetic about my love for leather. Clearly I was feeling a bit defensive, whatever. I just get snarky in radical spaces where veganism is exalted. I should probably examine this reactive tendency of mine a little bit, honestly.

Ooh and then I drank a pint in a bar filled with middle-aged men at 2pm ("Got started a bit late did you?" one of them asked me) watching horseraces, and then I walked to the open-air market and ate stuff made with chickpea flour and delicious, and bought a loaf of olive bread and feta mixed with pickled peppers and olives. And then, and then, I wandered into this bookstore fully intending just to browse, but well, as soon as I walked in I was greeted by the "gay and lesbian" section, and Trane was on the stereo, and there was this bespectacled older dyke working the register, and a winding staircase which I scaled only to be greeted by the poetry and critical theory sections...*Cum,* as RK once said. How could I resist a 3 euro used copy of doc and fluff? Or, for that matter, a beautiful anthology of shit that Semiotext(e) has published?

Iggy on a stick. And I'm going to hear jazz tonight. Decadence isn't entirely unsustainable, right? I mean, as long as it's only like this once in a while.

Okay, I'm going to go read porn now.

Comments

[kerrickadrian.livejournal.com]

I just get snarky in radical spaces where veganism is exalted. I should probably examine this reactive tendency of mine a little bit, honestly.

I do too. Probably it's because I've heard so often that vegetarianism or veganism is something everyone can and should do to help the planet, and that's just not true. I keep bringing up my medical history, despite the fact that even if I didn't have this weird deficiency I still wouldn't be vegetarian or vegan.

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

Word. I guess I think of it as one way to eat more consciously and withdraw yr complicity from various inefficient/inhumane means of food production. But that doesn't mean that I think veganism/vegetarianism=Ethical, and eating meat=unethical. Also I am bothered by the idea, which I used to hold when I became vegetarian when I was 14, that it's a really effective way of disrupting/redirecting an entirely fucked up distribution of resources (the whole, '40 acres of grain that's used to feed oxen that produce x pounds of meat that gets into the mouths of y people who can afford to eat meat'thing). It is one very small way of attempting that, yeah. But the structural inequalities around food are a lot more complicated.

I also think veganism sometimes (not always) rests on these weird concepts of nature and human animals' place in it. But I digress.

Also, I hope that whatever yr "weird deficiency" is, that you've been healthy and happy to boot.