At least they make it seem that way; I know that I have not eaten a meal with my father's family once since I became a vegetarian that didn't have a plea to eat meat or a threat resulting in forced meat consumption somewhere in it. Now really, family? They literally took my coming out of the closet better than they took the news that I was becoming a vegetarian; which in hindsight is amazing but also ridiculous -- they are so concerned with me eating meat that they're willing to look past the fact that I'm fucking a girl? Alright, whatever, I'm alright with that.
Just a few things that have been said to me within the last few weeks:
"I'll give you thirty dollars if you eat this chicken." What? You don't have a job.
"YOU HAVE TO EAT MEAT OR ELSE I'LL PUT IT IN YOUR FOOD AND YOU WON'T KNOW IT." Alright. Cool.
"It's not going to kill you." Au contraire, haven't you ever heard of mad cow disease?
Really any mixture of those things often with some guilt thrown in and maybe a little yelling if everyone's feeling exceptionally saucy that day.
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