Scoot on ~ being vegetarian

My name is Scoot, and I am a vegetarian.

Sounds like some strange introduction to an AA gathering, but you know that same apprehensive, sad, pitiful tone people get when they hear that someone’s in the AA? That tone, is what I get almost every day.

Some people think I’m trying to punish myself by not eating meat (my mother) and some think that I eat like a ‘prisoner’ because I don’t eat meat (again, my mother), none of which are true. People think I’m the fussiest eater out there, but I’m really not, I promise.

My best friend is lacto-vegetarian, and was vegan for a year. She doesn’t eat any (or anything that has) egg, gelatine, meat, any part of animal. This is hard to compete with, me being the humble ovo-vegetarian that I am. If I get a pack of gummy sweets, she’s the first to check the packet for the ingredients, and if that g-word is there? Nope, no candy for the best. And here I am, feeling terrible-like a bad veggie! So I’ve ended up being mostly lacto-vegetarian myself, making eggless pancakes (surprisingly good) and not eating marshmallows.But anyway, for me, there are a couple of truths on being vegetarian, and these are them.

  1. I don’t hate you if you eat meat, and I won’t shove my dietary preferences down your throat, I promise. I’m only saying this because I’ve met some Zionist Vegetarians…and they’re scary, I won’t lie. But I don’t eat meat, you do, and that’s a-o-good.
  2. Fish counts. Hello, when will some of the ignorant folk of this dear planet that we live on realise that fish is meat? Fish are animals, and regardless of how much you dress them up (difficult, because they’re dead, and also because they’re fish), I don’t eat animals, dead or alive. So no thanks.
  3. Just because I’m vegetarian, it doesn’t mean that I’m plagued by some terrifying disease due to my lack of iron.  I’m one of the few with an iron deficiency, but I’ve had that since I was born, and I promise you – I wasn’t born vegetarian. I’ve literally heard people say, “She can’t run this race, she’s vegetarian.” What the heck does that mean? No! I can do anything, even eat meat- I just don’t want to.
  4. Not all vegetarians are hippies. Not all hippies are vegetarian. Granted, I’m an environmentalist and proclaimed tree hugger, but not everyone is! And when I say hippies, I mean 60’s-trippy-peace-love-hippies. Not hipSTERS, as in kids born in 1999 calling themselves 90’s kids,  wearing headbands and bangles.
  5. Finally, Meat substitutes exist. You literally have no idea how many times I’ve been called a “fake veggie” for eating a burger, or a hotdog. People! I’m vegetarian! What part of “I don’t eat animal” is hard to understand?

Anywho, now that you all know, maybe the next vegetarian you meet will be a little bit easier to understand.

You’re looking stunning today, by the way.  🙂

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx


So hi there!

I guess this is awkward, on a couple of levels, because I have no idea who I’m writing to. But I’ll let you know right now that you’re amazing. Anyway, I’m hoping you’ll enjoy what you read here. I’ve transferred my blog here and I haven’t told anyone, just hoping that different people will see it differently, I guess.

If you don’t know anything about me, which I hope you don’t, I’ll let you know that this blog has my thoughts. Hence ‘scooton’. Scoot-that’s what I call myself. That’s the tall teenager from South Africa with too many facial expressions if you ever wondered.

A little bit about myself: I’m a klutzy ballet dancer who likes to laugh a lot. And I like to write. I like to love people, and I love music, it keeps me going. I get crazy happy, and crazy sad sometimes, but I’m constant in the light that I LIKE TO EAT. A lot. I’m described as ‘skinny’ and I’m constantly told to “put some meat on my bones” by some. I have to refrain from punching people in the face constantly, too.

On the subject of meat, I’m vegetarian, and also anaemic. Which means No iron + iron deficiency = slight problem. To each their own, I suppose!

I hope you visit me soon, because I’d like you to know that whoever you are? I think your’re crazy for giving me the time of day. But I’m crazy too, and crazy likes crazy, so I like you.

Until next time?

-Scoot xx