Eating Meat is for the Deplorable

Eating Meat is for the Deplorable
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Opinion: I can't stand even smelling it honestly.
By Yasmine

It is a truth so self-evident that it pains me to write it: eating meat is not just outdated, but utterly barbaric. It is the habit of the uninformed, the unrefined, and, dare I say, the utterly hopeless. If you still consume the charred flesh of an innocent creature in the year 2025, I must ask—what exactly is wrong with you? Are your taste buds so primitive that you still derive pleasure from tearing into sinew like some medieval warlord?

As someone who hails from a long lineage of sophistication and grace, I was raised with an understanding that true power lies in restraint, in refinement, and in a keen awareness of the world beyond oneself. To eat meat is to indulge in gluttony at the cost of innocent lives, to disregard the suffering of beings who feel pain, fear, and grief just as acutely as we do. But by all means, enjoy your sadness sandwich of processed flesh and existential guilt.

Let’s be clear—meat consumption is a moral failing. It is an act of violence dressed up as tradition, a primitive remnant of a past we should have long since abandoned. And what do we get in return for this cruelty? Heart disease, environmental devastation, and the ever-present aroma of regression.

The science is indisputable: the meat industry is a leading contributor to climate change, deforestation, and water waste. Every steak, every burger, every fried chicken wing is a vote for environmental collapse. The world is burning, and some of you are still gnawing on ribs like cavemen, slathered in sauce as if that somehow conceals the undeniable truth—you are eating suffering.

Veganism is not just an option—it is the only way forward for anyone with a conscience. It is the diet of the intelligent, the informed, and the evolved. Meat eaters, on the other hand, are shackled to the past, resisting progress with greasy fingers and arteries thick enough to double as concrete support beams.

So, to my carnivorous readers, I implore you: elevate yourselves. Rise above the outdated habits of lesser minds. Join those of us who choose compassion over cruelty, refinement over savagery, and the future over the past. Or don’t—and continue to be a willing participant in the world’s slow demise. The choice, as always, is yours.

Yasmine is a Chicago-based advocate for ethical living, a proud vegan, and a firm believer that true royalty lies in grace, intelligence, and moral clarity (and also in not reeking of bacon grease).