1.0HappyCowhttps://www.happycow.net/blogCanookhttps://www.happycow.net/blog/author/Canook/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="HgVYY77ZR9"><a href="https://www.happycow.net/blog/the-vegan-perception/">The Vegan Perception</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.happycow.net/blog/the-vegan-perception/embed/#?secret=HgVYY77ZR9" width="600" height="338" title="“The Vegan Perception” — HappyCow" data-secret="HgVYY77ZR9" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> Say the word vegan to someone and 1960’s, bra-burning hippies creep to mind. Followed by images of radical fanatics who are all looking to convert the masses to a world of hairy legs and political demonstrations. People apologize before they tuck into their steak and roll their eyes as they blunder and offer you a meat and cheese tray. You’re have transformed from a human to a circus sideshow attraction. Surviving on a diet of boring, tasteless roots and grasses, completely devoid of protein. We throw red paint on anyone in leather or fur, as we are deluded with ideas of moral superiority. As finicky, picky eaters, as ones who are a nuisance and problematic eaters we refuse to eat around non-vegan items on a plate, to ignore the chicken broth in our vegetable soup or to consume ‘only a little’ dairy or eggs that were accidentally added to a recipe. Today, I was made to feel ashamed for being vegan, momentary though the feeling was. My whole personality, all of my thoughts and beliefs were summed up in one word. Vegan. And it’s a shame that although vegans have entered the mainstream of society, we’re still being pigeonholed. Waif-like […]https://www.happycow.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/cropped-HappyCowSQUARE-2016-512.jpg512512