Are you clueless or just in denial?

Chubby Vegan Dad is a huge Dr. Seuss fan.

Like when we found out we were expecting our first child, we ran out and bought a giant volume of Dr. Seuss stories, in addition to the separate books as well because you can't have enough Seuss in your life.

And after reading a different Seuss story to our growing Pearyn every night (even before she was a member of the outside world), one in particular started to grow on Chubby Vegan Dad - "The Lorax."
This is my inspiration.

We're not talking about a normal love here either. We're talking he's so impressed with the story and its meaning that we had a close friend of ours draw up a tattoo for him. (A tattoo he's wanted for more than two years now and will FINALLY be getting on Thursday).

So see folks, we were a Lorax-loving, chubby vegan clan long before the movie was even a thought. We didn't need Taylor Swift and Danny Devito to tell us what was right in front of our faces:

We're seriously destroying our world.

Not in a kind-of or sort-of way, but in a very real, very damaging, not-just-about-a-couple-Truffula-trees kind of way.

As in, we're not leaving it better off for the children to inhabit it after us; in fact, we seem to be doing everything in our power to obliterate it. Before we know it our children's children will be living in a world of fake, plastic blow-up plants and won't have any idea what a "season" is, they'll just know hot and hotter.

Maybe you think I'm being dramatic or maybe I think you're just not being dramatic enough. 

We're not just talking about a few places here and there, we're talking about entire species of wildlife being wiped out because we need bigger and better condos and resorts. We're talking about breeding millions upon millions of animals solely for the purpose of injecting them with a bunch of shit and then slaughtering them before they have a chance to actually live. Can something be alive when it's never been free or even spent a day truly living?
If not for her, then who?

We're an absolutely atrocious society if you really think about it. We recycle a few plastic bottles a week and we pat ourselves on the back. We're doing everything we can right? I mean, we're driving hybrids now and some of us even purchase cage-free eggs, woo hoo, we should get a medal for being so environmentally friendly!

What's worse is that despite being a "kids" movie, "The Lorax" did an excellent job of showing us exactly what happens when our desire for consumerism, greed and pretty things gets in the way of what's right. My husband and I have always been able to find some respect for hunters out there who do it not for the kill, but to feed their families for weeks to come; to use the fur for warmth and clothing. In my opinion, if you are able to actually kill something, skin it and cook it yourself, you've earned the right to eat it. I'm not saying I agree (personally, I don't think meat has a necessary place in our diets), but I am saying that I couldn't kill an animal and therefore, I'll never feel OK about eating it. 

I think most people who eat their cheeseburgers and hot dogs turn a blind eye to the suffering that was involved in the production of said food. And I'm sorry, but if you can't own up to the cruelty you're contributing to, then maybe you should put the damn hot dog down.

I didn't go vegan because I hated the way meat tasted. I don't cloth diaper because I enjoy sticking my hand in the toilet and I don't buy purses and shoes made out of recycled bicycle tires because it's trendy. I do these things because I owe it to my daughter and to her daughter and to her daughter's daughter. I owe it to my daughter's future best friend. I want there to be something organic and wonderful left for her to grow up with, for her children to grow up with, and so I sacrifice. I don't eat cheeseburgers. I throw my daughters rinsed-off, poopy diapers into our energy-saving washer. And I buy recycled goods. I do it because even though other ways might be easier, it doesn't make them right.

The problem with the movie "The Lorax" is that I'm not sure it resonated with most people. I think most got a few good laughs out of it, thought to themselves "how terrible it must be to live in a world with no trees" and then shoved some more milk-saturated buttered popcorn into their mouths and called it a day. I on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about how eerily close the song "How Bad Can I Be" hit home.

How bad can I be?
I'm just doing what comes naturally
How bad can I be?
I'm just following my destiny
How bad can I be?
I'm just doing what comes naturally
How bad can I be?
How bad can I possibly be?

Well there's a principle of nature (principle of nature)
That almost every creature knows
Called survival of the fittest (survival of the fittest)
And check it this is how it goes
The animal that eats has got to scratch and fight
And claw and bite and punch
And the animal that doesn't well the animal that doesn't
Winds up someone else's l-l-lunch (lunch lunch lunch lunch lunch)
I'm just sayin'

There's a principle in business (principle in buisness)
That everybody knows is sound
It says the people with the money (people with the money)
Make this ever loving world go 'round
So I'm biggering my company
I'm biggering my factory
I'm biggering my corporate sign
Everybody out there can take care of yours
And me? I'll take care of mine mine mine mine mine (shake that bottom line)

So it's your turn friends, how bad CAN it be?

1 comment:

  1. Another spot on commentary, lady! "..if you can't own up to the cruelty you're contributing to, then maybe you should put the damn hot dog down." AMEN, sister.