By Mark Westbrook
Not a pity-inducing documentary, not a love for animals, not for chakras, chi, or chicks (see disclaimer at bottom). I became vegetarian because I was ready, even though I didn’t even know it. I am the typical health freak with buckling bookshelves under the weight of information on the potency of fruits and vegetables, home remedies, and nicknames used to hide petroleum in our food (BHT, BHA, TBHQ, artificial coloring, and more). I have been genuinely interested in nutrition since my high school calculus teacher bullied our soft drinks and junk food with antagonizing names, like “cancer” and “dumb-dumb living.” As with any earth-shattering statement I sought its validity, my wide opened eyes couldn’t ignore the obvious answers and neither could my stomach.
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