Despite cliques often inaccurate labelling, the clique that young males are lethargic eaters has some validity in regards to myself. Where does this apathy stem from? Well, it’s not a question of disinterest. I am after all a vegetarian, and therefore, I’m very mindful of the food I consume. While other costumers are merrily picking yogurts off the supermarket shelves, I’m carefully scanning the ingredients for that ominous word: gelatine. Also, servers at restaurants are often disgruntled when I enquire about the origins of a soup’s broths or the question the type of oil used in their deep-fryer. Of course vegetarianism has social implications if we begin to consider the connotations of food. For example, beer and burger night (marketed by beer manufactures as the essence of masculinity) transforms into coffee and house-salad night. Still, I brave the snide comments from friends and occasional hostility from avid carnivorous because I have resolute ethics surrounding animal welfare. Yet, I can’t be bothered to actively engage with food on a culinary level. Instead, I’d dig within my white fortress of refrigeration for my jug milk, which sits quietly and presumably counting down its exasperation date, and then reach my jumbo-box of Vector cereal; in almost instance gratification I assemble a tasty bowl of breakfast, lunch or dinner. In an effort to combat the inherent malnourishment associated with my lethargic eating habits, I’ve begun to tackle the wizardry of cooking. Thus, a spark of enthusiasm for cooking, okay more accurately a shortage of milk, I began eating numerous omelettes over the reading break.
Often opponents of vegetarianism, usually those hostile carnivorous who assume vegan is slang for vegetarianism, will question my consumption of eggs and dairy products. Of course, my lethargic diet can’t accommodate the extreme limitations of a vegan diet. Yet, considering my contentions with the agricultural industry’s environmental, economic, social, and anthropocentric implication, why stop at meat consumption? What are the latent implications of my omelette? Where are the eggs produced? Who is harmed by the vegetable production? How does globalization provide out-of-season vegetables at the supermarket? All valid question I considered over a three egg omelette with peppers and onions.
Eggs, as the primary ingredient to my breakfast and a staple in my diet, are the first on the chopping block of critical thinking. I’m not going to dwell on the animal rights and anthropocentric issue surrounding egg production due to its subjective nature. However, in regards to deceptive marketing language of eggs, I’ll outline the stark contrast between the advertising language and realities of lay hen’s living conditions.
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