man meat

Today there was this posting on my fave site, Jezebel.

My thoughts about the subject and then the actual article.

Most of the men I have dated in my life have been vegetarians. And come to think of it, yes, they have all kind of been fucking sissies. My days of the skinny ass/artrockers are truly over. I always thought that I wanted to be with men with my same interests, ie...veganism, but who the fuck really wants a vegan man? First off, they were all so skinny it was like you were fucking bones. That doesn't really make me feel like a woman. They were all pretty peaceful (for the most part unless you count weird moments of rage from bottling up every thing you can't communicate...) and damn it, I want to be thrown around and totally controlled in bed. Not so much these guys - vegetarian men tend to shy away from domination... I tend to be such the power point in relationships and I don't actually like that transferring to sex however.

For logistics, I honestly don't want to go on a date and watch a guy suck down some red meat and then try to kiss me. He can go out with his friends, and I will take my girls over to Cru. But then, I want him to come over and be a fucking man. And I want him to be able to come over for dinner, and love my fabulous cooking, but not bitch because there is no bacon in it. Ya dig?

This guy that I was dating for a few months last year ate meat. He never really ate it around me though. I had told him a number of times that I didn't want to be his girlfriend (he was way dependent...) When I came back from Israel (after traveling around with a bunch of mens eating schwarma and climbing mountains) I told him that is wasn't working out. He freaks out, starts calling my girlfriends "Did you see this coming!!!??" and then decides to become a vegetarian. I called him out on it and he was adamant that he wanted to be a veggie for himself and not in some pathetic attempt to entice me back to him. Last time I ran into him, he told me he started eating meat after a couple of months. Unfortunately for him, he is still a fucking sissie either way.

So anyways, yes I am entering a new path in my life. One where the men eat meat and know how to spank a lady. Save the raw veggies for me.


CAN FEMALE VEGETARIANS AND MALE CARNIVORES EVER FIND TRUE FOODIE LOVE?

"Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans... are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit." Ha! That's Anthony Bourdain in the best-selling memoir Kitchen Confidential, and the writer/celebrity chef's famous phrase made an appearance in today's New York Times, which, on the eve of Valentine's Day, delves into the issue of dietary restrictions as potential dealbreakers among couples. A vegan quoted in the article, Lisa Romano, says that she recently dumped a boyfriend because he liked grilling his burgers alongside her soy patties, something she found "unenlightened and disturbing." Explains Romano: "I need someone who is ethically on the same page." That makes sense: If not killing animals for food is so high on someone's ethical scale that she refrains from eating meat, I imagine that her moral compass is set pretty differently from that of a rampant carnivore.

Maybe it's just me -- and I'm already anticipating the hate comments I will get about this -- but something about a man refusing to eat meat seems sort of...sissy-like. I realize it's probably cultural brainwashing, but when I hear the phrase "male vegetarian", I picture a dude with matted dreads and a patchouli stink who cries when a tree is felled. In short: I picture a hippie, and I cannot hold with hippies. Take the male vegetarian and Florida real estate agent quoted in the Times, Ben Abdalla, 42, who says he prefers to date fellow vegetarians because meat eaters smell bad and have low energy." Anyone using the word "energy"? Definitely a hippie.

To be fair, these are not entirely fair assumptions about men who shun meat. But they are real. An (admittedly old) study commissioned by the Vegetarian Times conducted way back in 1992 found that "of the 12.4 million people who call themselves vegetarian, 68 percent are female while only 32 percent are male." (We're looking for more recent statistics.) And the women at Feministing, in fact, have an fascinating post about a set of new Maxim-like PETA ads which assert that (in their words) "it's okay to buck the stereotype of Real Men Eat Red Meat, because here are some naked ladies to reassure you that you're still a superhetero manly man!" (Plus, there's an entire book called The Sexual Politics of Meat by Carol Adams, which apparently intertwines feminism and vegetarianism. Go figure!)

I also polled the other Jezebels, and honestly, most are a little prejudiced against the idea of a male vegetarian. Moe admits that she's "prejudiced against sissies but would date a vegetarian... only if he wasn't a sissy about it though. Like, no freaking out about chicken boullion or whatever." Tracie says she converted a vegan to a full blown flesh-eater: "My ex was a vegan for 10 years when we met and I used to use eggs and chicken stock in recipes after a while and not tell him. Then I got him to eat fish and now he eats steak like every day. I changed him for the better." And Jennifer? She says, she's only gone out with one vegetarian in her lifetime. "I met him at yoga class," she says. "He was a sissy. Hence the reason we only went on three dates. That and he was a really bad kisser."

Then you have someone like my brother, who only ate meat and potatoes growing up, and is now married to a vegetarian. She won't cook meat herself, but she is never judgmental about it when my brother orders a burger, proving that love can conquer carnivorous instincts. Question is, how much of a dealbreaker is a person's issues with food? And how often do people put aside major dietary differences for true romance?