A Possibility


Occasionally, I run across a blog that is the product of immense talent, composed by a writer and artist who succeeds at turning the mundane into the beautiful.  When this happens, I want to share so everyone can enjoy.  Such a blog is Violet’s Veg*n e-Comics.

As a more-or-less vegetarian, I have long admired the vegan lifestyle.  Being a vegan is such a powerful statement about our commitment to our fellow creatures.  Although I doubt I will ever have a strong enough will to make that leap, I wholeheartedly support those who refrain from eating not only dead animals, but the products of their bodies, such as milk and eggs.

Most days, I think that vegans will always be a tiny minority in North America and will never be able to change the world.  But then, I will be explaining why I don’t eat meat to someone, and they will respond with something like:

  • “It’s just a hamburger, there’s nothing wrong with it.” (the “I can’t be bothered to think for myself” approach)
  • “As long as it doesn’t look like a dead animal, it doesn’t bother me.”  (the “stick your head in the sand” approach)
  • “Most of these animals would never even have been born if they weren’t being raised for sale.”  (the “begging the question” or “circuitous logic” approach)
  • “If we’re not supposed to eat animals, how come they’re made of meat?”  (so are you, idiot)

That’s when I realize that mere words will never convince anyone of the evils of eating meat (or anything else, for that matter).  I think of the diatribes and acrimonious videos put out by PETA, and I realize that bonking the public over the head is not going to change anyone’s mind.  The raucousness merely turns people off.

No, the only way to begin changing attitudes is to lead by example.  Sure, some will say we’re crazy and others will call us tree-hugging hippies, but there will always be those who will open their minds just enough to view allowing all God’s creatures the same right to live that we expect for ourselves for what it is:  A possibility.

Story TimeMe, sharing “Where Are You Going, Deidra?” with my 8 month old niece last weekend.  “Shhhh!”