This week's show will be about honey (& also bee about honey) & I know what you're thinking - hey! didn't you do a show about bees two weeks ago? That's true, & indeed there will be honeybee songs in this week's show because I deliberately left them out of last week's show. Anyway, if you don't already know about why I'm continuing with the bee theme, check back tomorrow - I'll mention it again.
What I wanted to talk about today I can preface with two jokes. One goes like this:
Q: If you're at a party, how will you know when the vegan, the Mormon, & the crossfitter show up?
A: They'll tell you.
There are other variations of the joke, depending on which group of people you dislike or feel like you think is self-important enough to warrant their inclusion. But the point is, these awful people always want to talk about how great they are because of their beliefs/health/whatever.
Actually, I made up a joke that depends on knowledge of this joke to work. It goes like this:
A vegan, a crossfitter, & a Mormon are at a party. An astronaut enters & they all look at each other & say, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
In this version of the joke, the astronaut is somehow just as awful as the others. But it could be any self-important professional or hobby or habit you know.
Before this joke began circulating, I myself had already stopped telling people I was vegan unless it somehow came up. I have no interest in proselytizing & I don't enjoy it when people get defensive about their own eating choices. I remember having a conversation with a fellow vegan & someone overheard & said, "I just can't do it." I said, "No one's asking you to be a vegan. We're just talking." He kept shaking his head & said, "I can't do it. I just couldn't do it."
Some vegans find my decidedly unstrident attitude deplorable, as they believe it's important to be vegan to save life on this planet - & the planet itself - & they feel the need to "spread the word." I am certain I'd enjoy the planet more if everyone on it were vegan but I don't believe you can really change hearts & minds & customs & habits in this way. Anyway, it would probably also upset these people that I myself don't have strong feelings about eating honey.
There are many reasons for it, & it truly doesn't affect me much as I very rarely eat honey. When I do, I don't eat commercially produced honey, most of which doesn't have actual honey in it. If we have honey in the house, it's probably from a local beekeeper, bought at a farmer's market. Do we have any honey in the house? I'll check. [A little time passes.] We actually don't.
More than that, though, I just can't be upset about honey because it comes from bugs. Don't get me wrong: I understand the value that bees have on this planet. But I can't get upset about bugs in the same way I might about pigs or cows. This may be a character flaw. I became a vegan because I felt it was unethical to kill animals to eat them. But I wasn't thinking about bugs; I will kill a bug if it's in my vicinity. A Jain I ain't.
One nightmare scenario health-wise would be discovering that I needed some nutrient that was only available from animal products. I might suffer if it were to come from mammals or fish. But if I could get it from, say, crickets? Problem solved, in my mind. (They'd have to disguise the cricket somehow, though. I find all bugs a bit terrifying & I couldn't just pop one in my mouth!)
Silk doesn't bother me much either. They're worms!

































