Meat is Murder. Just what you’d expect a vegetarian to say, right? Except I saw it on a t-shirt today, and it went like this: “Meat is Murder. Tasty, tasty murder.” I’m a veggie, my husband is not. The shirt made me crack up and when I got home I immediately googled it and found one for him for Father’s Day (shh, don’t tell!).
I don’t like the fact that he eats meat. And he bemoans the fact that I can’t enjoy a nice bloody steak with him (“Oh my GOD, you don’t know what you’re missing!”). But it is what it is. I’ll flip his steak for him on the grill and I’ll even make meatballs for company (I’m told they’re excellent). As long as he doesn’t try to get me to eat any, then I can live with it.
People are all different. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to convince somebody about something I believe in. And it definitely doesn’t mean that I won’t make fun of them, or laugh when Jon Stewart does. But I’m able to be friends – really really good friends – with Republicans, anti-abortion-ers, death penalty supporters, anti-vaccine parents, meat eaters, and even people who call pop “soda.” It takes all kinds. And even though I disagree with a lot of what they say, I usually learn something from them.
I don’t really have anything to say about the murdered abortion doctor that hasn’t been said already. But it just made me think of the friends I have who believe in some opposite things from me. I’m sure they’re just as sickened by that murder as I am. Good people are good people no matter what they believe in, and I don’t personally know any anti-abortion supporters who would ever advocate hurting anyone over the issue.
Not that I’m in any way equating eating meat with aborting a fetus. I’m just saying, if I can laugh at that t-shirt and buy it for my husband, then maybe the whole world needs to lighten up a bit. Nobody listens when everybody’s yelling anyway.