One time a friend of mine pointed it out that I was in her words “hypocritical” for eating eggs. Lets just say we arent friends anymore. Anyways is eating eggs hypocritical as a vegan? Fuck no. People dont get it. I find eating eggs empowering. Afterall eggs is essentially eating a chickens menstrual cycle which I personally enjoy as a feminist. But chickens dont experience pain making an egg cause its their menstrual cycle. I mean there might be pain, but its natural. I bite my nails…no pain, its natural. Vegan is only about the torture and murder of animals, not benefiting from their natural bodily functions.
So no, eating eggs is not hypocritical as a vegan. If anything it provides feminist empowerment thriving off the food of another beings menstrual cycle.
As a woman, vegan & feminist…
Being vegan is about NOT USING OTHER ANIMALS.
Being a feminist is about (partially) ENCOURAGING BODY AUTONOMY.
Dude, you’re still using those hens. They are not here for you, they are no means to your ends, they are individuals with needs and hopes that you’re ignoring to USE them and eat their menstruation.
And did you not read the definition of veganism?? I mean, Donald Watson made it really clear: “The term “vegan” was coined in England in 1944 by Donald Watson, co-founder of the British Vegan Society, to mean “non-dairy vegetarian”; the society also opposed the consumption of eggs. In 1951, the society extended the definition of “veganism” to mean “the doctrine that man should live without exploiting animals (…).” (Wikipedia for you).
We do not eat eggs, milk, meat, fish, honey, we do not use leather, silk, wool, fur, feathers, we do not support zoos, circuses, rodeos, horse ridding, animal experimentation, pet stores, etc. We do not support the slavery and objectification of sentient beings, period. Do not call yourself vegan if you still USE hens.
For those of you who used to follow my old blog, uglyuglyugly, this is my new one (and last attempt). Please reblog this so I can try and get my 3,200+ followers back on board. Sorry for being annoying.
If you walked past an alley way and saw someone being attacked screaming for help would you help them? Or would you stick to your logic and say “Umm excuse me there are more pressing issues in the world than you being attacked, like third world hunger, you can’t expect me to care about more than one cause at a time”
“To days of inspiration Playing hooky, making Something out of nothing The need to express- To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane, going mad To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hating dear old Mom and Dad”
but not only do they stand for and perpetuate everything that i am against, they also oftentimes drag other people down with them (younger siblings, friends, etc)
not eating for prolonged periods of time and then stuffing your face with chocolate cake once every other day is not fucking healthy
stop romanticizing it by referring to your will against eating as “strength”
you are doing exactly what society told you to
last i checked, that’s not strength at all
Not everyone with an eating disorder is starving themselves. This post is very confusing and disappointing.
I have one question for the OP: Are you incapable of using Google before you write, or are you just stupid?
Because you easily could have looked up a very basic, Wikipedia entry about eating disorders, and thereby discovered, as a start, that people do not choose to have an eating disorder. You “get” that it’s an illness, but you just don’t care, is what you mean. You may as well say, “I get that cancer is an illness, but they support Big Pharma, and I hate them for that.” Like, what the actual fuck?
People with eating disorders are incredibly ill, and they don’t want to be. There are many eating-disordered women (since that’s the group you’re focusing on; I can give a bet you didn’t give a single thought to the men who have eating disorders) who identify as feminists. None of them are doing this to fit into a patriarchy’s standard. For many of them, it’s not even about their appearance anymore; it’s about feeling as if they don’t deserve food or happiness. It’s an impulse not to eat, to purge, and to engage in other unhealthy behaviors.
You obviously have no idea what it’s like to be consumed with thoughts of food and your weight, even when you’re trying to accomplish meaningful things. You have no idea what it’s like to have a mental battle with yourself every time you pick up a single piece of fruit.
Eating disorders are not contagious, and anyone influenced by the habits of an eating-disordered person already had their own problems to begin with.
Stop being a fucking insensitive asshole, and next time you decide to call out an entire group of people based on a willful misunderstanding of the facts, at least try a group that isn’t suffering the excruciating trauma of a mental illness. Seriously, it’s like pistol-whipping a wounded puppy.
I’m not the kind of person with the money or dedication to go scouring the globe for a single box of Ener-G egg replacer. But, noticing that the ingredients for such a widely known product are really simple, I figured that there must be a home-made way to make the “ultimate” egg replacer - not just the old “add some ground flax seeds”.
You can keep this in a medium/small-sized jar, and preferably store in the fridge instead of the cupboard.
2/3 cup starch (potato, tapioca, corn, a mix of them, whatever you have)
1/4 cup protein powder (soy, rice, hemp)
4 teaspoons cream of tartar
2 tablespoons flour
1 tablespoon powdered soy milk (optional)
A pinch of salt
A pinch of powdered sugar
1. Mix all thoroughly. When needed, scoop out 2 teaspoons of the mix and add 2 tablespoons of water.
2. Bring me some tasty vegan baked goods when you’re done (optional, but totally not optional).
When I do book signings, most of my line is made up of young girls with their mothers, teen girls alone, and mother friend groups. But there’s usually at least one boy with a stack of my books. This boy is anywhere from 8-19, he’s carrying a worn stack of the Books of Bayern, and he’s excited and unashamed to be a fan of those books. As I talk to him, 95% of the time I learn this fact: he is home schooled.
There’s something that happens to our boys in school. Maybe it’s because they’re around so many other boys, and the pressure to be a boy is high. They’re looking around at each other, trying to figure out what it means to be a boy—and often their conclusion is to be “not a girl.” Whatever a girl is, they must be the opposite. So a book written by a girl? With a girl on the cover? Not something a boy should be caught reading.
But something else happens in school too. Without even meaning to perhaps, the adults in the boy’s life are nudging the boy away from “girl” books to “boy” books. When I go on tour and do school visits, sometimes the school will take the girls out of class for my assembly and not invite the boys. I talk about reading and how to fall in love with reading. I talk about storytelling and how to start your own story. I talk about things that aren’t gender-exclusive. But because I’m a girl and there are girls on my covers, often I’m deemed a girl-only author. I wonder, when a boy author goes to those schools with their books with boys on the covers, are the girls left behind? I want to question this practice. Even if no boy ever really would like one of my books, by not inviting them, we’re reinforcing the wrong and often-damaging notion that there’s girls-only stuff and you aren’t allowed to like it.
I hear from teachers that when they read Princess Academy in class (by far the most girlie-sounding of all my books) that the boys initially protest but in the end like it as much as the girls, or as one teacher told me recently, “the boys were even bigger fans than the girls.”
Another staple in my signing line is the family. The mom and daughters get their books signed, and the mom confides in me, “My son reads your books on the sly” or “My son loves your books too but he’s embarrassed to admit it.” Why are they embarrassed? Because we’ve made them that way. We’ve told them in subtle ways that, in order to be a real boy, to be manly, they can’t like anything girls like.
Though sometimes those instructions aren’t subtle at all. Recently at a signing, a family had all my books. The mom had me sign one of them for each of her children. A 10-year-old boy lurked in the back. I’d signed some for all the daughters and there were more books, so I asked the boy, “Would you like me to sign one to you?” The mom said, “Yeah, Isaac, do you want her to put your name in a girl book?” and the sisters all giggled.