So… I’m seriously considering becoming a vegetarian. (And all the people who just saw me eating fried chicken at the funeral say: “Huh?!?” I didn’t really want to, but I wanted to answer a lot of questions even less.)
Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I have no way to justify killing something so I can have a few moments of gustatory pleasure. Especially when I have other options.
Actually, if I’m going to take morality into account, I should probably become vegan because of the cruelty that dairy animals and egg-laying chickens no doubt face, but then I wouldn’t be able to eat anything. *sigh* What to do, what to do…? I guess I probably won’t go that far, although I may change my mind. Well, maybe someday I’ll get some chickens and goats and the problem will be solved. 🙂
To clarify, I don’t think it’s inherently wrong to kill an animal – think of the Native Americans from way-back-when who didn’t have much else to make tools and clothing out of. And I’m pretty sure they didn’t have soybeans either. 😛 But the thing is, I actually have a choice.
There’s no question that becoming a vegetarian would make life somewhat inconvenient, but dying needlessly makes animals’ lives pretty inconvenient too. But where do you draw the line? Is it okay to eat it if you didn’t buy it? It’s too late by then anyway. And what if you’re in some foreign country where you’ll become anemic or something if you don’t? This is a multifaceted issue. Or maybe I’m just making things too complicated. Anyway, I think I’ll abstain as much as possible and continue to think about this.
Oy vey. How in the world did my extremely conservative family wind up with “liberal wacko” me? 😛