During the height of the 2000’s some of the popular kids at school were talking about “dolphin friendly tuna” and that’s all they would eat. Now, as an 10-11 year old African in Europe I wasn’t 100% sure what dolphins or tuna were but “dolphin friendly” seemed the way to go.
Fast forward a few months later and there was a lot of talk about mad cow disease, foot and mouth disease in animals that combined with some ideas I’d probably picked up from all the books I used to read I decided to become vegetarian. Now again as an African in Europe how does one become vegetarian? I think I started refusing meat — not all meat but some. Then my dad found out and I think he demanded I eat it but I think he also asked for the reasoning and I explained the mad cow disease story — or at least that’s how I remember it.
I managed to avoid eating meat most of the time, but I had a deep love of the stir fry at the Chinese restaurant my father used to take us to but eventually I stopped eating beef. I usually say red meat but I do occasionally eat pork. Bacon was my favourite thing for the longest time even though I love pigs. I tried to give it up, I succeeded for a year or two.
By 2017-2018 I was at the height of my of vegetarianism. Veganism had failed but “no meat weekends” was great. Sometimes I would go the whole week without meat. But eating out? That was one of the biggest challenges along with eating at family or friend’s houses. I love veggie burgers but there’s always a delicious chicken alternative. I also love seafood — a lot.
I am no longer the little African girl with no real idea what tuna is and while I am still unsure about how I really feel about meat I will say these three things:
I sympathize with the animals. When I think about it too much, I feel guilty that we are eating them. But at the same time, I also love many meat dishes.
In Zimbabwe there are many dishes without meat. I wish people would embrace that instead of feeling like food is “less than” if it doesn’t have meat. Millions of people live their whole lives not eating meat — it’s not proof of poverty
I have an ongoing suspicion of meat. There are so many stories — some true, some completely ridiculous — the dog/cat meat in Chinese food, the horse meat scandal from Tesco, and the snails and frog legs that are taboo to me or any Zimbabwean but are delicacies in other places around the world
How do I feel about eating meat? I feel conflicted.
I will not scrimp on lotion, bubble bath or good chocolate. With lotion you know as soon as it hits your skin that this is causing more dryness than anything. With bubble bath there are no bubbles and with chocolate it just tastes like hersheys 😅😂.
I myself am more accustomed to the finer things in like like dairy milk, Toblerone, Jergens and any bubble bath that actually bubbles.
Although I don’t know if the items listed are actually “luxury” so maybe earphones. I can’t live without decent earphones.
Freedom to me is the ability to control my time and have enough knowledge to be self sufficient.
A part of me wanted to say to have enough money to be “comfortable” but “enough” money is relative. I grew up in Zimbabwe where one random Monday a million couldn’t get you on the local bus nor could a billion buy you a house.
I quickly learned that money can’t always “give” you freedom in the way that a practical skill or wisdom will always provide you with a plan, which will always result in real freedom.
E,g. If I lost my job today I can rely on other skills and that’s freedom