Umm, I Don’t Do Steak
I can forgive someone for not knowing I’m an anorexic. I do a pretty amazing job at keeping my disorder a secret, primarily because it boosts my ego to think that others might mistake me as naturally skinny. So I’ll eat like a normal person in front of you, but trust me, that meal is a rarity.
What I cannot forgive, however, is complete and utter ignorance over what it means to be a vegetarian. So let me break it down: Vege = vegetables, tarian = that’s all I eat (when I eat, of course). Maybe this is a slight exaggeration, since I eat cake on occasion too and cake technically isn’t a vegetable. But the point is THERE IS NO MEAT IN VEGETARIAN. So please don’t take it personally when I decline your invite to Longhorn Steakhouse with, “You can take your steak and shove it up your ass.”
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Old post, I know, but I gotta add a story. Doing some training with the Army, there were a group of us that were vegetarian and we spent the week bargaining and trading for the few vegetarian MRE’s that exist (which amazingly, still occassionaly contained fish in the ingredients — but, hey!, if it doesn’t look like meat it doesn’t count, right?
). At the end of training they had a BBQ which we were expected to pay $5 to attend. When we vegetarians voiced our displeasure, the NCOIC was actually quite accomadating and he said he’s be happy to grab something for us, too. He took a head count and said, “So about 6 of you… so maybe a dozen turkey burgers should cover that.” Ummm, yeah. Gobble, gobble! We all know Thanksgiving is a vegetarian holiday.
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