“No pork, please.” Yes, I’ve become one of “those” people.
You know the ones I’m talking about. A lot of them have food intolerances or allergies that “normal” people just don’t get and think The Others simply enjoy being hard work. And don’t get them started on vegans.
When I tell someone I don’t eat pork, I detect a swift range of thoughts and emotions cross the person’s mind as the person processes the information. After looking me up and down – white, no hijab, chadorless with boobs that are difficult to hide – the chances of me being a muslim are slim, which brings them to the next question.
“Are you Jewish?”
As if it’s an outrageous concept not wanting to eat pork. At this point I make a split second decision whether to save my breath or to invest my time in this person by giving him a full blown explanation. If it’s the former, then the answer is because I don’t like pork. Otherwise, I tell them about my journey.
It made me realise just how ingrained meat eating is in our society.
Dairyng to be different
Terrible pun, I know. It stays.