. . .she was a vegetarian. I didn’t ask her. We weren’t near food. She had the need to share. I did’t bother telling her I was pretty much a militant steaketarian because, well, why the fuck would she care?
She went on to say she didn’t eat meat because she loves the cute and fuzzy little animals that delicious substance is made from.
“Oh yeah,” I say. “If you really loved animals you’d stop eating all their food.”