in which i am relentlessly negative about things you would think i would love

(Disclaimer: I am very overworked and this post is very nonsensical.)

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I saw this sign in a shop called Sweeties in Northampton, Mass on November 5. I was super excited that they had so many vegan chocolates (10 or so kinds!) and I bought one of each. They were about 1/3 of the price of my chocolates, and I am 100% certain their chocolate was not organic or fair trade, and that made my heart hurt right away, but I bought them anyway out of professional curiosity and because a black dude had just become our president, and it seemed that a box of chocolates was in order (this was also how I justified spending $100 at the vintage store down the block). The nice lady at the counter said they were made by a company called [oh, I won’t be that mean. I’ll keep the name of the company to myself. They are in Connecticut though, I’ll tell you that]. I really and truly and seriously take no pleasure in telling you this just because I am a chocolatier myself, but, um, the chocolates tasted like ass. And not like ass like you are very kinky and love the taste of ass. I mean like ass as in, well, ASS. Like brown rice syrupy ass and rancid nut ass and (completely and totally inexplicably) soy protein isolate ass.

OK, what’s up with animal rights orgs asking teeny little small businesses for insanely giant donations? I can never donate anything to Farm Sanctuary, because they are always asking for something like 100 boxes of truffles—a $1500 donation!

I do a LOT of donations. This year I was asked to donate to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary‘s ThanksLiving (groan!) event, and even though I knew Thanksgiving is my busiest week of the year, I still said yes because the truffles could be done the week before the holiday, and because I like them (I like Farm Sanctuary too, for the record, but I’ve given up even trying to donate to them). They wanted 350 truffles, packaged and ready to put in gift boxes so they could put them in gift bags to give to the attendees of the event. It’s a $437 value donation, but you’ve got to do what you can for good groups, right?

So tonight I’m making the damn truffles, watching The West Wing and thinking about how I’m doing my part to stop animal cruelty and all that crap, and I got really annoyed. What the fuck are vegan truffles that are going to be given away free to people who are almost all already vegan going to do to bring about vegan nirvana?

More specifically, since when did my activism come to include words like gift bags?

What’s happened to the animal rights movement?

When did it become all about celebrities and shoes and fucking gift bags?

Making truffles is what I do to keep The Man off my back and live a clean life. Activism is what I do to bring about a better world, and though I try very hard to ensure that my business is a part of that mission to a certain extent, tonight the intertwining of the two started to really irrirate me.

Should I stop donating chocolate to a/r groups and instead focus on actual activism? Or should I continue to donate chocolate because we still need to prove to those few non-vegan people who go to events like ThanksLiving that vegan desserts can be just as good as nonvegan ones, blah blah, and who cares about those people anyway? Such are the questions of which my days are made. I’d love to hear your thoughts, blogreaders.

That’s only part of the irritation though. Long after I agreed to donate the truffles, I found out that She Whose Name I Cannot Say Without Swearing is going to be at the event. My blood LITERALLY boils when I think about how a misogynist book like Skinny Bitch is being peddled so hardcore at animal rights people—my people! My people, selling my other people up the river. My people, who (used to?) talk big talk about interconnectedness and how animal rights gets to the root of problems like social injustice because when you have enough compassion to see how animals in our society are treated it trickles up into a more just world for everyone—is that animal rights world gone?

Because no one else seems to be screaming about it, so I guess I have to, right now, very loudly, in order to get it out of my system so that I don’t fling the damn truffles at the Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary people on Thursday when I go deliver them:

TRUE PROGRESSIVES AREN’T ALLOWED TO PICK AND CHOOSE OPPRESSIONS! YOU MUST WORK TO END ALL ENTRENCHED, INGRAINED PREJUDICES IN TANDEM, BECAUSE EACH ONE—RACISM, MISOGYNY, SPIECISM, ALL THE REST—REINFORCES THE OTHERS.

In other words:

ENOUGH WITH RORY FREEDMAN! SHE IS A SACK OF SHIT AND GOOD A/R GROUPS HAVE TO STOP INVITING HER TO EVENTS. She is blatantly using body hatred in order to sneak in a vegan agenda, and I will not stand for it.

Phew. I feel so much better now.

You know what would be neat? Getting everyone to send freakass Rory Freedman copies of The Sexual Politics of Meat—like, ZILLIONS of copies. Like, BOMBARDING her with copies. Like, so many copies that she was BARRICADED IN HER HOUSE because there are so many she actually literally can’t get out her front door. That would be fucking radical.

Oh wait–the subject line of this post was about women. I was going to mention this one thing then only tangentially mention my unspeakable horror at the ick that is Rory Freedman, but instead everything got all turned around.

The one thing was: I was thinking today about my previously mentioned great love for Wanda Sykes and wondering idly for the millionth time why I am not a lesbian. Here’s what I came up with:

In general, I love women and don’t much care for men. In particular, however, I like and love my sweetheart Jacob more than anyone I’ve ever met.

Isn’t that sweet and neat and rather revolutionary and love-conquers-all-y? I mentioned it to Jacob over IM and he said: “woo! i cross genders, transgender!” Which was also pretty sweet and neat…though the more you think about it, it’s also sort of nonsensical. Which love is supposed to be, right?

Back to truffles. Thanks for letting me vent, internet.

11 Responses to “in which i am relentlessly negative about things you would think i would love”

  1. gwytherinn

    Wow. Every time I encounter the Skinny Bitch books at my bookstore job (which is a lot, since they’re on the bestseller list) I want to pitch a yelling fit much like yours here. Puts me in a grumbling dark mood every time I see them. I’m on board with the barricading her in her house with the Adams book, which is on my never ending list of things to read!! I’d like to barricade the PETA offices as well.

    And I came to ask myself the same questions along the lines of “wtf is up with the gift bags” when I was doing fundraising and development work at an NGO. What’s with all the fancy dinners and perks to pat people on the back because they did a good thing??? Ugh. I couldn’t get past what a damn waste of time setting dinner placements perfectly was when there are much more important things going on.

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  2. Dustin

    God, don’t even get me started on Rory Friedman. And let me tell you: if you say something negative about Skinny Bitch in the company of most so called vegans, it’s like taking the lord’s name in vain in front of my mother (read: this provokes hysteria and a look of “what the fudge is wrong with you?”—and yes, my mother really says things like that). Anyway, I am sick of it, too. But she’s not the only one. There’s a whole legion of “animal activists” who think vegan shopping is going to save the world, and that’s almost (but not quite) as icky.

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  3. veronica

    This post is great!

    It seems like places that ask for huge donations are always the ones that are more well-known (in the animal rights world, that is).
    Am I correct in this assumption? I’m not knocking the work of Farm Sanctuary and WFAS, but they both have rich and/or famous people on their boards, don’t they? Maybe you could find a smaller animal sanctuary or some animal shelter (you know, maybe one that is afraid to ask for such large donations because they know what it’s like to be a small company) and donate some truffles to them as a fund-raiser or something?

    I like your book bombardment idea. It would also be awesome if someone went into a bookstore where they sold Skinny Bitch and put notes in each and every copy that said, “Read The Sexual Politics of Meat!”

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  4. danielle

    Excuse me while I go wretch, which I do uncontrollably every SINGLE time I hear mention of this piece-of-shit book. The title alone…Yick, I can’t stand it! It’s one of those things I have to pretend doesn’t exist. (Wait, aren’t there 2 now? Double wretch!!) Also, right on about the gift bags and such.

    In my world you are a celebrity!

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  5. Skinny Bitch, PETA, and Our Fear of Dissent « Animal Rights & AntiOppression

    […] From Lagusta, at Resistance Is Fertile, a year and a half ago (the editor in me forgives the misuse of “literally” because, hey, she got angry and said what needed to be said): My blood LITERALLY boils when I think about how a misogynist book like Skinny Bitch is being peddled so hardcore at animal rights people—my people! My people, selling my other people up the river. My people, who (used to?) talk big talk about interconnectedness and how animal rights gets to the root of problems like social injustice because when you have enough compassion to see how animals in our society are treated it trickles up into a more just world for everyone—is that animal rights world gone? […]

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