People suck.
Anyway, people are kind of strange in the ways in which they choose to eat or not to eat certain foods. Vegetarians and vegans are prime examples. Actually, vegetarians are a prime example of my point. Vegans are prime examples of lunacy.
Now whether or not someone decides to eat meat is just about as important to me as whether or not they've clipped their toenails in the last week (i.e. it could CONCEIVABLY affect me, but the odds are very slim). I can't help but find it odd that people would arbitrarily cut out an entire food group based on essentially nothing. Sure, some of the morons say that meat isn't good for you, which is true if you eat it ALL THE TIME. Some dumbasses even say that people aren't "meant" to eat meat. Hello, morons, if we weren't supposed to eat meat, it would kill us. COWS aren't supposed to eat meat. WE are. That's why it tastes good.
Of course, we aren't supposed to eat meat for EVERY meal. The kind of diet we ARE supposed to have is one that is, as the dieticians have been telling us for years, extremely varied. I suppose that puts us at a disadvantage in the animal world since cows can live off of nothing but grass and lions can live off nothing but meat but we need to mix and match. The problem is, people tend to eat TOO MUCH meat. Does anyone know why western cultures east so much meat? Anyone? Anyone at all?
God, the state of education today IS pathetic.
Anyway, in medieval times, meat was hard to come by and only the wealthy people got to eat meat of any kind. Hence it became a symbol of wealth if your teeth rotted out from scurvy because you never touched a vegetable. I suspect that that held over to modern times somewhat. When meat became available to regular people, they jumped on it and it's been with us ever since. In the natural world, too, it would have been pretty hard to get. That's why we like fatty foods so much, since in the wild we would never know where our next meal was coming from, so we eat the fat first. So now, for the first time in history, we can get this stuff anytime we want, so we have to control ourselves. Make sense?
Back to vegetarians. It seems to me that most of this crap is essentially a politial statement, since vegetarians are overwhelmingly female and/or in weirdo fringe groups. Or maybe it has to do with their remorse at killing something to eat it, never mind the fact that our foodstocks get much better lives up to the slaughterhouse than they do in nature. Even then, their demises are much more efficient. Also, most vegetables to not want to be eaten and definitely react when demaged. What about vegetable rights, huh? As a rule, though, I don't care about what someone eats as long as they don't try to convert me. Or if I'm the one on the menu. That would suck.
I've got some practical questions for vegeterians, though. If one is giving some guy a blowjob, is she (or, I guess, he) obligated to spit it out? What about carpet munching? There's cells and protein in that, too.
When you think about it, there are only two kinds of food that are meant to be consumed by humans. The first is human breast milk, which gets to be pretty hard to come by once you grow teeth*. The second is fruit. I don't know about you, but that menu is a little too limited for my tastes.
* This reminds me of a movie I saw in England, ON TV, called The Tit And The Moon. It was, without a doubt, the most depraved, screwed up movie I've ever seen in my entire life (except for The Sound of Music). It was also made in Barcelona, so the actors spoke Spanish, French, AND Catalan. Thank God for subtitles. Anyway, the story revolves around this 10 year-old kid who's obsessed with this French chick's boobs and she's married to a circus performer who FARTS professionally but he's impotent so the chick has an affair with the kid's older brother. Sound weird? It gets better. In one scene the kid tells the French chick that he "wants her milk" because his mom won't give him hers anymore. So, naturally, the chick whips out a boob and squirts her milk about three feet where it streams into the kid's mouth. Nevermind the fact that she hasn't recently had a baby, that's got to be Olympic calibre distance! Then in the end she and her husband leave except that she comes back and nurses the kid and then the kid's mom comes and nurses him. This bizarre scene that must be some kind of fantasy because the kid is ACTUALLY climbing up one of those cool human towers they make at festivals at the same time he pulls up a seat at the milk bar. It's basically the kind of movie that forces you to say "What the HELL was that?" as soon as it's over.
Where was I? Oh yeah, arbitrary limitations on your diet are a bit strange. I haven't even gone into RELIGIOUS limitations, but my fingers are tired and I can't get the images of that damn movie out of my head.
Sicko Catalans.