My darling Scott and I met over 3 years ago while I was studying in Ireland.
Back then I was a vegetarian who had very much given up on changing the world. I had begun to find animal rights issues an unbearable emotional burden (after all, who wants to live their lives feeling constant sadness?) and thought veganism was a very extreme way of living (didn’t we all start off with a similar view?). I had settled into a vegetarian comfort zone where I lived my life thinking I was doing the best I could for animals within my limits, all the while munching eggs, cheese and milk in almost every single meal.
Scott was an animal eater when we met. For him, becoming vegetarian was a long and gradual process that started even prior to our relationship. Already aware of my views, for our first official date Scott took me to dinner at a vegetarian restaurant. This was Scott’s first conscious vegetarian meal and dare I say, his first honest conversation centered round a simple question: is it ok to eat animals? From there Scott embarked on his own journey of research and discovery which led him to become a devoted vegetarian and not long after, a devoted vegan.
Oh…. The heated discussions Scott and I had regarding vegetarianism vs. veganism at this stage!
As odd as it sounds, I was actually upset with Scott for turning vegan. Having been vegetarian for 18 years at this point, I had developed very stern views and believed that consumption is the name of the game: the more demand a certain product has, the more the market will centre on that product. Not knowing what the egg and dairy industry really entail, I thought that you should buy “freedom” eggs, organic milk, cheese and butter in support of better treatment for animals. I thought that by becoming vegan and withdrawing yourself completely from the consumption equation, you leave the market in the hands of the “bad guys” who will not treat the animals as kindly as the organic and “freedom” farmers will.
It was Scott who opened my eyes by exposing me to information that challenged me to step out of my vegetarian box. Little by little the blind fold was peeled off and I started to see, and when you start to see – as you probably know – there is no going back. One night, after watching the Gary Yourofsky lecture, I made my decision to go vegan and even now I am constantly surprised by how much more I have to learn, astounded at how massive and powerful the lie around us is.
Being vegan as a couple has made the journey as easy as can be. Prior to meeting Scott I promised myself that even if I ended up with an animal eater, there would never be dead animal parts in my home; if my spouse respects me he would have his meat outside. When Scott and I moved in together and I was still vegetarian, I happily made a similar promise to Scott: there will never be any eggs or dairy products in our home. If I wanted to eat them, I would simply have to eat them outside. Happily enough that did not last long as both of us have settled into our vegan lifestyles relatively quickly. I can only imagine the stress and hardships endured by vegans who do not end up with a vegan partner.
We have been living together in our little Tel Avivian apartment for a year and a half, making plans for our future, raising two gorgeous street cats and making plans to one day have our very own vegan family. When Scott’s proposal came – I could not have been happier…
Planning a vegan engagement party and wedding: