I have been thinking a great deal about the future lately. The curse of owning a human mind is the endless speculation that goes along with consciousness. Who can say if that speculation is rational? All I know is my mind likes to wander.
Reblogging my article from the Pagan Activist blog. It comes from conversations Kimberly, mutual friends, and I have had. Sometimes people talk about morality as being about one's own spiritual journey, and I raise some objections to that.
Today I wanted to write about something I’ve seen a lot of lately. When you become a vegan – or a feminist, an environmentalist, an activist of any flavor – you start to notice things. You have interactions with people that you didn’t have before.
Respect. It’s a word hoisted to near-sacred status in the press, in literature, and in song. We all want respect, despite the fact it is an ill-defined concept at best. Non-vegans use it in attempts to silence vegans, telling them “You should respect my choice to eat and exploit animals.” Thought Police Vegans (the dreaded TPV) use a loose, indiscriminate notion of respect to bully other vegans, trying to shame them into pre-conceived notions of what is politically correct.