Male entitlement meets meat-eating pickiness; ugliness ensues
I found this piece at Good about a woman who converted to veganism but whose boyfriend didn't troubling. Now, to be clear, I don't eat meat, but I do eat dairy and eggs and very occasionally (as a treat) fish, and so my life is generally much easier than a vegan's. And that might be the reason why I've never really felt that the mixed-relationship thing is that hard. Most restaurants have vegetarian options, at least in your more cosmopolitan cities. And most importantly, I never have really dated guys who throw temper tantrums if there isn't meat on the plate. Just because someone will eat meat doesn't mean they have to eat meat at every meal. As long as your only measure for eating something is, "Does it taste good?", then drifting towards a more vegetarian diet because you're dating a vegetarian isn't really that hard. Of course, I offer the caveat that veganism is different, complete with reasonable concerns that vegan food often features a lot of crappy meat substitutes that vegetarian food often doesn't, for reasons that are a little too complex to get into here. Still, this passage here upset me: