There’s a whole new level of astonishment in receiving a deferral from a blood donation drive because you’ve flown over a malaria area in the past 12 months.
Flexible vegan! It’s catching on. (Not really.) It means I’m not a vegan, just most of my food is. If I go to a big family-style dinner with my friends and they’ve made pasta with a smidge of Parmesan cheese in the sauce, I’ll eat it. I’m there to share some community with my friends; I put experiences and laughs over technicalities.
Once you hear “I’m a vegan,” you start to think of what the person doesn’t eat—like a big “no-no” list hanging over their head. I like to keep it positive and talk about what I do eat. Like screaming, “Get into these tomatoes!!” at picnics. Also, I’m into all that superfood-raw-plant-nut-berry-cacao stuff that if we’re being honest is popular because it gets you high. Not “drug” high, but a clean, happy, energetic, positive high that is good for you and sometimes tells you screaming about tomatoes at a picnic is a good idea.— Pete Holmes in response to the question, “You’ve called yourself a “flegan.” What is that, exactly?” (x)