Thursday, April 10, 2008

Anthony Bourdain

One of the biggest moral dilemmas I have faced throughout my life is my love for those who are not vegan. I suppose it's the fact that people are so much more than their dietary choices. Then again, veganism being something so central to my own person, you'd think I'd go out of my way to find and connect with others of like-minded habits. Well, for whatever reason, that just hasn't been the case. Maybe it's that my affinity for hip-hop, sarcasm, and David Lynch movies doesn't always lead me to those empathetic with our animal friends. In my own life, I find that having those things in common will keep a relationship together longer than a shared menu. Do I wish my husband were vegan? Of course! Maybe he will be one day, but in the meantime, he's always up for a Mos Def show, will debate the finer points of Lost Highway, and is one witty mother$%*#^$. Still,admitting to having an omnivorous husband has not relieved me of the guilt I feel for loving another, much more famous, non-vegan: Anthony Bourdain.

I know, I know, he is constantly searching out the innards of animals, sometimes killing them himself, and describing in great detail how wonderful they are for all the world to view. I am aware of this, and the fast-forward button of my tivo is well worn because of it. I still think Mr. Bourdain can teach us all a good lesson about going forth and learning about cultures through food. He manages to remain true to his ball-busting New York self while being humbly led through new culture after new culture with humility and openness. Now, it's definitely the Jersey Girl in me that loves a smart-alec New York boy, but I also love someone on a search for the "more" in life just as much. Does he make some broad generalizations about vegetarians while he's hosting? Yeah, sometimes, but I like to think it's just because he hasn't met me. A night of drinking and exchanging barbs and seeing just what all I have the pleasure of eating might bring him to a little more acceptance. Or not. And who cares anyway, right? His opinion is his, mine is mine. Just because mine happens to be right, doesn't make it better. :)

In other news, my mom will be here from the Jerz any minute, and I'm looking forward to 3 dining experiences we have planned - all at restaurants for "others." Can't wait to share with you after the weekend. Stay tuned!


AJ said...

LOVE him. I want him to follow me around for a day and tell people what's what. I will shrug as if to say "hey, it's him, not me" but will secretly be thinking "YES."

Sky said...

I know. He's such an asshole, but I love it. Maybe because he reminds me of so many people (all east-coasters of course) I love dearly. I feel like I could just barely tolerate him forever. Which, for him, won't be long with all that smoking and meat-eating he does!