Do you remember going to a juice bar with your grandfather when you were a child and sharing a wheatgrass and kale smoothie? Maybe even a gluten-free vegan cookie?
No. Of course, you don’t. In the time of our grandfathers, men were still men. The changes I have witnessed in my 30 some odd years are staggering, confusing, and depressing. Don’t get me wrong, eating healthy and taking care of your body is fine. What I don’t get is the sense of moral superiority some people feel because they don’t eat certain things.
The Diet of a Real Man
You know how men in our grandfathers’ days made sure their produce was organic, their chicken was cage free, and animals were not fed growth hormones and were slaughtered humanely? They had farms and did it themselves. That’s right, they actually got out and had a garden. They got up at the crack of dawn or earlier and spent all day doing backbreaking labor that some of this generation’s men would call inhumane. Can you imagine the looks you would get today if you went into your favorite fusion sushi/coffee shop and offered your tattooed hipster waiter with the erector set in his face a job shoveling horse manure all day? These people raised livestock, waited until it was time then killed it (possibly by decapitation or even with their bare hands), butchered it, preserved and stored it themselves. They didn’t have to worry about whether the chicken they are about to eat had its beak snipped off by a worker in a plant, or if it had enough space to live comfortably while it was running around enjoying the chicken life.
These days, though, if your neighbor sees you putting down a pig to put up some pork chops and delicious bacon in the freezer who knows what kind of craziness you may be subjected to? Can you imagine if someone had tried to start a protest at a farm 60 years ago? They would have been laughed into shame.