I'm vegetarian. I think that every "vegetarian" sort of has their own rule book, so here's mine:
I don't eat any meat at all. No, not fish either. I don't eat anything that contains meat, like chicken broth, for example. At restaurants, I ask to make sure that the seemingly veg-friendly offerings are legitimately vegetarian. I've lived this way (and totally loved it) for four and a half years.
Why? Because I've never liked meat. I think this has something to do with my grandfather insisting on making the corresponding animal noise of whatever meat was on my dinner plate back when I was a kid. For example, we'd be having pork chops and he'd ask me how the "Oink Oink" was.
My grandpa is kind of a jerk, sure, but that's not the story here.
Anyway, I also subscribe to the whole "let's not mistreat the animals, slaughterhouses suck, meat is bad for you and the environment" mindset. It's kind of nice.
My problem, then?
Good gracious, I love me some leather. I love leather jackets, leather boots, leather purses, leather furniture, uggghhh it's so exhaustively excellent and I want to wear it all the time.
... You see it, right? The glaring hypocrisy? Yeah. I've often felt that I need to defend my leather love affair, until yesterday when I was shopping and I FOUND A CURE TO THE WHOLE ISSUE.
The scene: I see a pair of beautiful leather gloves that I impulsively feel I must buy because they are warm, lovely, and LEATHER. As I'm poring over them with glee, I check the swing tags out. There, in big black bold font:
MADE FROM REAL DEER SKIN.
Which to me said: YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PERSON AND A CRAPPY VEGETARIAN HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT TO WEAR BAMBI ON YOUR HANDS.
I quickly dropped the gloves and walked away in shame.
Basically, all I'm saying is that if Coach purses came with tags that said "Made from Moo Cow Skin", I would probably be a better (if not richer) individual.