Don’t you totally love it when someone writes an entire (really good) article saying that people should eat less meat then makes a big point of saying that they are not a vegetarian?
Because, really, what could be worse than someone mistaking you for a vegetarian? I can’t think of anything.
You know what else I love? When that same someone goes on a food radio show plugging their book called “How To Cook Everything Vegetarian” (a most insulting, solipsistic title, if you ask me) and says right off the bat that tempeh sucks* and they wish they didn’t have to have the word “vegetarian” in the title of their book.
You know who I don’t love? MARK BITTMAN.
I mean, how much crap does a feminist vegetarian have to put up with these days? I thought I’d escaped the annoying “I’m not a feminist, but…” women in college (you know those women, the ones who then go on to exactly definite feminism – “I’m not a feminist, but I believe in equal rights for women, the right to choose, freedom from oppression of all kinds…”) but these days I can’t seem to turn on my computer without hitting an article or a book written by the “I’m not a vegetarian, but…” people. Ugh.
*To be fair, until I started making my own tempeh I wasn’t a huge fan of it either. But I wouldn’t expect Mr. Minimalist to know anything about homemade tempeh.