What WOULD Bekki Eat?

Well, I'll start with what I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't eat margarine. Or tofu. Or lowered-fat anything. Olestra is right out. Hydrolyzed, isolated, evaporated, enriched, or chocolate flavored "phood" won't pass these lips.
What will I eat? Real food. Made-at-home food. Food that my great-great-grandmother could have made, if she had the money and the time. And if she hadn't been so busy trick-riding in a most unladylike way.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Anonymous can kiss my ass

I love the fact that I have comments set to "moderation" for this blog. Nothing gets posted without my approval. I am lord of my domain, a ha ha ha ha ha! Ok, I suppose I'm "lady" of my domain. Anyway, moving on...

Today I got notified that "Anonymous" had commented on an older post of mine, titled "Fat-free Vegan?" Anonymous wanted me to know that the name of the blog was inaccurate... simply chosen for being "catchy" and that I should have actually visited the blog before ranting about it.

No thanks.

First of all, if the author is that desperate for page views, I'm not interested in what they have to say. Name your blog correctly. It's a big deal.

Secondly, the rant was aimed at fat phobes in general, with just a few jabs at the blog author.

And thirdly, I just really don't care. I'll live my life my way... they can live their shortened, stunted life their way.

The anonymous commenter signed their comment "Non-furred Arteries." Cute. Snarky. And by it's implication that my animal-eating arteries are "furred", it is quite inaccurate. What is it with vegans and accuracy? I suppose truth-telling must be activated by retinol.
The last time I had the health of my bacon-veins tested, my cholesterol profile was perfect. So stick that in your salad-hole and chew it.

I don't want to be too... rude, I suppose that's the word... so I will simply end this post with my favorite quote.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, chocolate in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO - What a Ride!"

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love it !!! I actually checked out the blog - it seems the name is really fairly accurate (at least it seemed that way to me). My sense of humor is fairly similar to yours and I very much enjoy your "rants". Keep 'em coming !!
Magda

~~Heidi~~ said...

I used to live with a vegan. I called her the Nazi vegan, for a reason. I got a two-hour lecture one day because I bought Rice-a-Roni and put it in our communal cupboard. Now, I know Rice-a-Roni is not a "healthy" treat, but come on. Two hours on how I should be more careful about bringing dried chicken bouillon products in her "her" (um ... our, bitch) home. Frig off. That's all I had to say. I'll eat dried chicken bouillon products if I want to!

Bekki said...

Ya know, there is a case to be made for why vegans (and even some vegetarians) are so aggressive... I can't recall the details right now (pregnant brain), but there are several nutrients that are lacking from meatless diets that can cause a variety of mental illnesses.
And, you know who else was an opinionated, judgmental vegetarian? That's riiiiight... Hitler... just sayin'.

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I am many things... all at the same time. (No wonder I don't get much done!) I am a wife to a retired infantryman, mother of 3, stocker (and stalker) of the fridge, passionate fan of food, nutrition, ecology, coffee, wine, and college football. I love all things witchy and piratey. I often cook with booze. I feed stray cats. I don't believe in sunscreen. I don't like shoes and really hate socks. And I currently can't eat any gluten, dairy, eggs, soy, coconut(!?), or sodium metabisulfite (aw, shucks, no chemical snackies.) Sometimes even citric acid gets me. But only sometimes.