Why Our Family Eats Animal Products: Part One from Nourishing Days is a breath of fresh air. It’s not often you see someone lay out the reasons they eat animal foods without supplication, mitigation, or apology.
Too bad the textbook Speshul Genotype Vegan had to show up in the comments. I have to admit, she was nice about it. But that kind of talk is still horseshit, for the reasons I lay out in my comment:
Chandelle, there is a huge difference between having a normal variation in one’s genetic makeup, and having a health problem. You are not an herbivore. If you can’t consume animal foods without negative health response then there is something wrong with your body.
I don’t know how to put it any plainer than that. I applaud everyone here who has been polite about this but I don’t want you convincing some impressionable young mind out there that they’re just a normal variation going in an evolutionary direction that will eventually separate from the rest of the species, so why not adopt a diet that ultimately will destroy their health.
I can’t be sanguine about this. For three years I suffered from menstrual problems that would have sent any woman with health insurance running screaming for the phone to get an appointment with their GYN. I didn’t have health insurance and none was forthcoming. It was so bad the first day or three of the cycle that I often had to stay home and use rags from the rag bags to supplement my usual period repertoire.
Last year I read something at the WAPF website about vitamin A and how people with certain health conditions can’t convert beta carotene (and healthy people can’t convert it *efficiently*). I decided to find a natural source of A to supplement with and found one that was from fish liver oil.
Lo and behold, suddenly my period problems improved dramatically. I used to get this weird cramping on one side before all heck would break loose. If I have kept up my A supplementation for the previous month, I no longer have that pain. The flow has lightened to the point that I can go out in public on the first day again and not have to go to the bathroom every half hour to make sure I’m not leaking.
It’s a miracle. It makes me wonder how many women have gotten hysterectomies or been put on weird, damaging drugs because their doctors never figured out what was going on.
And I’m angry. Furious. Because the government allows food sellers to record the presence of vitamin A content on the labels of plant foods, even though not a single plant food in the entire world contains the vitamin. Beta carotene is no more vitamin A than a lump of clay is a brick. Nutritionists are no better, routinely lying to us about the best sources of vitamin A, informing us that they are plant foods such as carrots.
That kind of crap encourages the militant vegan groups. I’m furious. I despise them. If I could shut every one of them down, I would. I’m not a violent person, but I’d love to disgrace them all into oblivion. They should be ashamed of themselves.
How many more nutrients do we have to find this stuff out about before it shuts those groups down? Fats? B12? Minerals, which half the time aren’t bioavailable in plant foods unless you cook the hell out of them, but we’re told it’s “healthier” to eat them raw?
Do me a favor? Whatever is going on with you, quit telling people it’s “just a natural variation” (not a direct quote from you I don’t think, but that’s the idea you are trying to get across). If you’re really curious about why you’re so different–and you ARE different–then go find out. It’s entirely possible no doctor will be able to help you. They don’t want to hear about health problems unless those can be cured with some fancy new drug. But you never know. You might get lucky.
Whatever the case. I know that some vegans who try to eat meat again have problems digesting it because their bodies have stopped making the necessary enzymes. Maybe that was your problem and maybe not. Maybe you didn’t really try every type of animal food you could–maybe you didn’t know about pasture-raised. You’re reading this blog, so I doubt that’s the case, but I have been wrong many times before and will be again.
But whatever it is, you’re not normal. I have no problem with you adjusting to your health situation as you feel moved to do. But don’t go around misleading people who don’t know any better. We suffer too much from that in this culture as it is.
And if by some unlikely chance you are some kind of a mole from PETA or wherever, you can take this to heart: If I ever get the chance to shut PETA down, nonviolently of course, I will jump to it. And I am not by far the only one. Know this: Some of us have been hurt by believing in the vegan ideology–not just the diet part, the *ideology* part–and we are NOT happy about the outcome.
I’m just glad I wasn’t trying to have another child. I have reason to believe my daughter’s kidneys were damaged by my lack of natural vitamin A intake during my pregnancy with her, as it is. She’s lucky she’s not blind too. Think about that next time you want to reassure someone that vitamin-starving their bodies is a fab idea. If you don’t care about the adults, the kids have no say in the matter.
I can’t blame the blogger at all if that pisses her off. The commenter, I don’t care so much. I’m just tired of everybody being polite about this. I actually tried being a vegan for a few weeks in 2005. I was already suffering from postpartum depression and social alienation and having been dumped by my baby’s father. The change in nutrition to outright malnutrition pushed me over the edge for a while.
Thea’s not just lucky to be sighted. She’s lucky to be alive. In retrospect I don’t think I would have hurt her in the state I was in at the time, but had I gotten much worse, who can say?
Just because a hearing-impaired person needs hearing aids, doesn’t mean any old person ought to start wearing hearing aids on a lark. So if you see another example of Speshul Genotype Vegan out in the blogosphere someplace, take what they have to say with a very large grain of salt.
If you take said grain of salt perched on top of a sixteen-ounce Porterhouse, all the better.
