Gone Vegan

Lindsay Hutton discovers the politics and pragmatics behind a meat and dairy-free diet.

Don’t know if some of you missed this, but anyone moderately plugged into the vegan blogosphere or Twitterverse have likely come across a very re-blogged/Tweeted post by Tasha, a much-loved online scrivener, author of the blog The Voracious Vegan (now re-titled as Voracious Eats -- you'll see why)

It seems that Tasha fell off the wagon. Hard. Apparently, after being a keener for more than three years, her health began to flag. Despite her desperate attempts to find a plant-based solution, she finally plunked herself down and dug into a steak. From the original post (which has since been taken down, but here’s a good rundown from The Vegan RD), she laughed, she cried, she “moaned with pleasure and joy.” Cue the scene from When Harry Met Sally. You know, the one in the deli?

Let’s just say I’ve never seen a comment box for a vegan blog fill up faster. It was like watching a long-form stock ticker at the bottom of a television set. Except with swearing. And tofu references. 

Many vegan bloggers were steamed, some pensive. Most seemingly shrugged it off. Anti-vegan bloggers were practically vomiting with glee. As for me?  

Anyone reading this blog from its onset knows I delved in and out of activist politics throughout my teens and twenties. I’ve seen black-clad anarchists turn into stock traders (okay, just one, but seriously!). I’ve seen two feminists’ ardent political stripe takes a massive dive as soon as they get a ring on their finger. In a sort of retaliative, self-nullifying harsh-fest, I’ve heard snickers and sneers, seen fingers point and corresponding all-out character assassinations because someone decided to make an exit, if somewhat ungracious (Tasha's stagy, post-vegan Tweets about eating bacon were a little much), exit from a movement. 

I don’t mean to be anti-climactic, but I don't really give a s*&%. And I never really have. People change their minds. That’s all there is to it. 

I believe veganism is better for the planet, and better for us. It works for me. It should work for more people, and it's worth promoting. However, it someone wants to move away from veganism for whatever reason, well as my grandmother would say: Don't let the door hit you on the behind on your way out. 

More on this later. In the following the online fracas following Tasha’s bloody turncoating, it would appear there’s a fascinating community of anti-vegan bloggers out there. For my next post, we’re going to take a look at some of the best and brightest. 

In related news, PETA hits yet another low. You’re welcome, Saskatoon.