You may have heard recently that Ringling Brothers is phasing out elephant performers.
I don’t usually write about “single issues” because I like to go after the fundamentals – compassion, moral exclusion, and so on. But the news that Ringling Bros. will free 13 Asiatic elephants is exactly why we take action: to save innocents from misery.
I am Kimberly Steele and I hate multi-level marketing.
Maybe I wasn't direct enough. I F**KING HATE MULTI-LEVEL MARKETING.
What is multi-level marketing? You know when a friend invites you to a "party" that isn't really a party but an "opportunity" to buy things like candles, makeup, Tupperware, essential oils, sex toys, Chinese sweatshop-made Victorian ephemera, jewelry, small kitchen appliances, or anything you don't actually need? That's multi-level marketing.
How To Become A Multi-Level Marketer in Three Easy Steps
The new year has passed but the calendar date isn't really important to me. Heck, I just sent out my holiday cards a week ago, though I had them in plenty of time for Christmas. So I like to think that I took my time to think about my goals instead of going off half cocked.
I recently bought a copy of the book The Wisdom of Hypatia. One of the dangers of working at Quest Bookshop is that I want to buy everything. But after just reading the back and flipping through it, I knew it was exactly what I wanted.
“I’m not vegan because I value human life over animal life.”
“Do you feel for humans who suffer?”
I wish I had ten dollars for every time I have seen the Quid Populus fallacy, or the "But What About People?" approach to trying to convince someone that vegans care less about people than animals, or that caring for people and animals are mutually exclusive activities.
Reblogging my article The Ethics of Second-Best Choices from the Pagan Activist blog. I am constantly hearing people say they can't afford so-called humane meat, so until they can afford it they buy factory farmed. I wrote this article to say that if they can't get their Plan A (which is a whole discussion unto itself), their Plan B should be veganism.
When I was about nine years old, the school year started off with an episode where a kid I will call Ronnie K. ran up to me and my best friend and forced us to watch while he pulled the legs off of a spider.
I have often complained that the town where I live proliferates with half-vacant strip malls and mostly deserted office parks, so imagine my dismay a few weeks ago when I heard the familiar drone of construction cranes scraping what was left of the grassland by the water retention pond in back of my apartment building.