Do Vegetarians and Vegans Think They Are Better Than Everyone Else?

If you want greater control over holiday celebrations like Thanksgiving or Easter, you should host them.

That said, if a vegetarian, or vegan, were to host a holiday like Thanksgiving, I would bet they would make it abundantly clear what was, and was not, on the menu.

As long as expectations are set, and you have the opportunity to decline the invitation, I don't see the problem.

 

Who said they have to eat the fish?

 

That's pretty much what I've gathered from this thread.

 

Fish is a viable option.

And if they don't like fish ... they can pick at the salad from the refrigerator.

This from someone whose daughter and wife have both gone vegetarian.

 

I only hope someone will have the courage to be the Rosa Parks for the poor, oppressed meat eaters.

 

When nobody shows up at the vegetarians' parties, I hope they're not shocked.

 

Rosa Parks was a vegan? That explains why she thought she was better than the law-abiding white person whose seat she stole.

 

Are we honest-to-Christ back to this?

Again:

A hypothetical vegan believes that eating animals is immoral.

A fish is an animal.

Thus, a hypothetical vegan believes that eating fish is immoral.

The hypothetical vegan certainly believes it is immoral to eat fish him or herself. And he or she also would, it follows, morally oppose the enabling of the practice.

How is fish a "viable option"?

 

Yeah. Some vegetarians, who feel healthier not eating meat don't have a problem cooking and serving meat to a spouse.

But, if they don't eat meat for moral reasons, fish is not a middle ground. It just isn't.

 

Looking to shake things up a little bit, the Shotglasses move to a tribal area deep in the Republic of the Heart of Darkness in central Africa.

It's a bit of a culture shock, as most of the neighbors in the Shotglasses' otherwise quiet neighborhood dine, as a staple, on human flesh.

In an effort to assimilate, the Shotglasses one night invite their next-door neighbors, the Cannibals, over for dinner. The Cannibals seem nice enough. Mr. Shotglass and Mr. Cannibal have even traded lawn tips back and forth.

Mrs. Shotglass serves dinner, which is beef brisket from the smoker. Absolutely scrumptious. But Mr. and Mrs. Cannibal are offended. No human flesh? thinks Mr. Cannibal. We're your guests! And here in the Heart of Darkness, people eat human flesh, not your high-falutin' beef brisket.

And the thing is, thinks Mrs. Cannibal, we're not expecting animal-eaters like the Shotglasses to serve the buttocks of a 19-year-old virgin, the preferred hunk of meat of mainstream 'real' Heart of Darknessans.

Continues thinking Mrs. Cannibal: They couldn't serve a 3-year-old boy? That's a viable alternative. That's a middle ground.

 

I went to a friends house for dinner the other night, and he played smooth jazz in the background all night.

Who the fuck plays smooth jazz? No one likes smooth jazz -- least of all me. And, he knows I'm a classic rock guy.

Would it have killed the guy to mix in a little Doobie Brothers?

I'm the guest! You should create an environment suited to my personal tastes, or you are a crappy host!

 

Would you rather Patrick Bateman thrown in Huey Lewis? C'mon.