Don't Eat Me...Please.

March 20 is Meatout, which despite the fact that it sounds kinda like a campout with steak, is in fact about encouraging us to eat less meat. It’s hard to argue with the facts, laid out in 2006 by the UN which determined that our love of meat is more harmful to the planet than our love of cars. Or by Jonathan Safran Foer, whose recent “Eating Animals” is stomach-churningly effective at making factory farmed meat less than appetizing.

I walked the vegetarian path for a few years and, except for the occasional whiff of bacon that make me question my choice, felt quite happy…and healthy. But surrounded as I was by committed carnivores, I eventually sourced grassfed, pasture-raised, organic meat for all of us…though we (especially I) eat far less than most. Which not only helps keep us trim, but our food bills as well.

Give Meatout a try. Then give it another try. My guess is you’ll hardly miss meat once a week. Or twice a week. And your body will rejoice at the increased plant-based foods making their way through.

Do your part...

The Center for Biological Diversity is handing out condoms in the hopes that we’ll get get the message. You know…the message that no-one dares to speak out loud. The one in which our perilously perched planet falls into ruin because we just can’t stop making babies. It’s a message that many environmentalists (except me: please see page 22 “It’s Getting Crowded” in my book The Virtuous Consumer) tippytoe around for fear of alienating good, fertile folk. Yet, it’s hard to ignore that our planet simply can’t sustain the massive population growth it’s expected to accommodate.

So…I just volunteered to help distribute the free condoms. I’m all for planned-for, hoped-for, wanted babies. Which, frankly, every baby should be. So I’m doing my part to remind everyone that safe sex is the responsible choice…environmentally speaking, of course.

Care to join me?