Why I’m Slowly Starting to Hate Vegans
Suzan doesn’t mince her words. She’s increasingly starting to hate vegans and feels that her side of the story deserves to be heard too. Precisely because vegans always make non-vegans feel so awful. ‘You don’t suddenly become a worse person because you enjoy a piece of steak. But the problem with vegans is that they’re only too eager to make you feel that way.’
‘Don’t get me wrong, everyone can eat whatever they want, but there’s something about vegans that really makes me sigh deeply and roll my eyes every single time—and I’m still putting it mildly.
Anti-vegan stance
What bothers me most is the constant moral superiority I feel when they explain their choices. It’s as if every vegan I meet wants to tell me how badly I’m behaving because I have a piece of meat on my plate. Constantly food-shaming me. Making me feel ashamed of eating meat. As if I’m a worse person because I enjoy a juicy steak. They’re always talking about saving the planet and the climate—often not even about animal welfare and health, I’ve noticed—but it feels more like an attack on my choices than an honest discussion.
Going to a vegan restaurant: ugh!
And then there’s the constant need to accommodate them. Going out for dinner? Suddenly you have to take someone’s vegan diet into account. Half the menu becomes unusable, or worse: we all have to go to a vegan restaurant, for that one person who only eats plant-based food. And then the rest of the group desperately has to choose from dishes with chickpeas, tofu, and a drab pancake bobbing in some kind of strange nut milk that shouldn’t even be called milk. It feels as though I have to sacrifice my eating habits for their beliefs.
I do like vegetables, you know
It’s not that I don’t like vegetables; I can genuinely enjoy some good falafel. But I think tofu is terrible and would only want to eat it if I’d had jaw surgery and temporarily couldn’t chew. Not when I’m celebrating by eating out and want to order something I’m happy to spend my money on. And that’s a good piece of meat.
Constant finger-pointing
The irony is that many vegans act as though they preach compassion, yet find it difficult to accept that someone else simply enjoys meat. It’s as if they seize every opportunity to tell you how wrong you are and how bad it is for the world. I understand their concerns and oppose animal cruelty, but the constant finger-pointing is counterproductive. It makes it difficult to listen to their point of view at all.
Plant-based food frustrations
And let’s be honest, many of those meat substitutes they’re so proud of simply taste like nothing and are packed with salt and other flavorings. Plant-based burgers that supposedly taste like meat? Printer-made meat?! Give me a break. It feels like biting into a sponge, and it also seems incredibly unhealthy to me. The few times I’ve eaten fake chicken, I spent the entire evening passing really nasty gas—that can’t possibly be good, can it?
Besides: what’s wrong with simply enjoying a well-prepared piece of meat without having to feel guilty about it? And getting genuine nutrients from it at the same time?
The constant preaching: annoying!
I understand that people make choices that align with their beliefs, but why should I feel like I constantly have to defend my choices? It feels as though vegans aren’t satisfied until everyone around them is vegan too. And that urge to change other people is exactly what irritates me so much. Live and let live, right? But that doesn’t seem to be enough for many vegans.
A little tolerance, please
So no, I’m not planning to go vegan anytime soon. I love meat, cheese, eggs, and milk, and I’m going to keep eating them. And I wish vegans would simply make their own choices without judging others or trying to change them. Maybe then we could all get along a little better.’
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