So it’s the new year. A new start. And a whole new way of eating.
I’m becoming vegetarian.
Not from some desire to fulfill some lesbian cliché or because I’m overly into animal rights. In fact, it all started because I wanted to piss off my boss.
I don’t get on with her. We do not like each other. She makes life hard.
And a few months ago, all our repressed anger towards each other ended with us having a huge shouting match in the middle of a laboratory over….eggs.
As in…from a chicken.
So we fought.
And when I came to work the next day, she demanded I apologise, I refused, things did not go down well and we have been working in a frosty silence since.
But our argument did get me thinking. About animal rights, about an animal’s quality of life, and more I’ve thought about it, and the more I’ve spoken to other people, the more I’ve realised that vegetarianism is something I would like to have a proper shot at.
So it’s happened.
I’m a fully-fledged lesbian now.
I’ve got my happy domesticated life. My wife-to-be. My cat. And now, my vegetarianism.