I didn’t do it on purpose.
One day, I decided to buy a grocery basket full of produce to eat for dinner. If a basket holds six roma tomatoes, three red potatoes, curly red kale, twenty-six crimini, two zucchini, a pepper in each color, eight carrots, two parsnips and a rutabaga, there is no room for bacon.
That was my first day as a planteater. I fully expected to start feeling weak or anemic within a week, but that hasn’t happened even after many months. What I have been feeling is vibrant, aware and, okay, a little self-righteous. Because, the thing is, animals aren’t all they’re purported to be, nutritively speaking.
I know the propaganda tells you otherwise, but here’s the thing: all those “got milk?” ads and “Beef! It’s what’s for dinner!” commercials are put out by the USDA, an organization of farmers set up to protect farmers’ interests (their financial ones, obviously). It ought never have been put in charge of rating our food quality, but there you have it. I’m not talking about Old MacDonald’s cute little farm, either; Financially, the big players run factory farms for beef and dairy cattle, or they grow thousands of acres of corn as food for said cattle (which, if it were up to them, they wouldn’t eat, even if it weren’t genetically altered. Cows eat grass, which grows all over the ground free of charge and can sustain a reasonable cattle population on its own without much intervention from us) Basically, what the USDA tells you about your food has one primary goal: Profit.
Now let’s get down to it. Milk is bad for you. How do I know this? Because you’re not a baby. Milk is for babies. Allow me to specify: Human milk is for human babies. Goat’s milk is for goat kids, and cow’s milk is for calves (not yours, theirs). At least one third of American adults are dairy intolerant to some degree; 3/4, if you don’t happen to be white; 9/10 if you’re an Asian American (stats from USA Today via the Web). White people are less likely to be made ill by cheese, simply because white people come from Europe, and in Europe, they’ve been eating cheese and drinking milk for centuries; perhaps our baseline level for acceptable intestinal discomfort is higher. Despite growing up in America, I am baffled by milk and revolted by cheese. How can there be entire ad campaigns around the glory of dairy when it’s likely to make at least 1/3 of the population ill? If measured intolerance to any other food were that broad in scope, it would tend to acquire the label, “poisonous,” or, at best, “Not intended for human consumption.” Instead, milk is right, and we are wrong. We’re lactose intolerant. We have to take a pill to be normal. This ‘disease’ was invented by the pharmaceutical industry to do two things: 1. Make profits by selling drugs that lessen the symptoms without addressing the cause, and 2. Put the focus on lactose, which only makes 1/3 of us sick, so we wouldn’t be too worried about casein making all of us sick.
Milk is not good for your bones, no matter what that milk-lipped celebrity says.
Furthermore, anyone who tells you that milk is a good source of muscle-building protein is twisting words to fit their ends, or else they are ignorant of the truth, which is that milk is an excellent source of one protein, which happens to be the only protein scientifically linked to rapid fat cell growth. Casein is the protein that transforms healthy rats into fat rats for obesity studies. It’s making us all fat for one colossal obesity study: How fat can they get before they’ll stop putting cheese all over everything?
Beef. It’s tasty. I’m much more likely to eat beef than cheese, but I still don’t eat beef, and here’s why: Growing up, we had a cow. Or, I should say, we had a series of cattle, all with the same name, and all of whom we fed and sheltered and nurtured, and eventually butchered for beef. Then we had beef for the whole year– a chest freezer full of the freshest, leanest, pasture-fed beef flesh obtained from an animal I’d looked in the eye. This was okay. We fed each heifer for a year, and in exchange, she fed us for a year, and in the interim, we made her life safe, with food ensured, and the company of other animals, and plenty of space to roam and graze. There is a reciprocity there. This reciprocity exists in hunting as well, and fishing. On a small scale, all these things are fine. In some climates, Until refrigeration happened, if a family hadn’t squirreled enough nuts and grains away for the winter, hunting and fishing might have been the sole source of food for months. We are true omnivores– just look at our teeth. I don’t think meat is inherently damaging to our bodies; I think it’s damaging to our psyche. It is ‘good’ in this context only: We obtain it for ourselves and bear the responsibility of its death. There is no reciprocity in six chops from six different lambs wrapped up in Styrofoam and plastic, all stacked up in neat rows and dated from their deaths for our convenience.