{"id":6421,"date":"2012-03-11T08:07:35","date_gmt":"2012-03-11T13:07:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/themagicalbuffet.com\/blog1\/2012\/02\/28\/"},"modified":"2012-03-11T08:07:35","modified_gmt":"2012-03-11T13:07:35","slug":"the-sexy-vegan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/themagicalbuffet.com\/blog1\/?p=6421","title":{"rendered":"The Sexy….Vegan?"},"content":{"rendered":"
I’ve been particularly lucky I guess when it comes to vegans. Generally you hear what I can only presume are stereotypes of horror stories of interactions with vegans; that they’re preachy, that they make it impossible for you to feed them or take them out to a restaurant, that they’ll spend all their time and energy trying to “convert” you. I’ve hung out with two different vegans in my adult life, once involving a wedding weekend, and I had none of those experiences. Both vegans accepted that the world around them was filled with those who ate meat and made no fuss about it, the one that was part of the wedding weekend ate two meals out that I was there for and skillfully navigated the menus causing no drama for the restaurant or her fellow diners, and both were a lot of fun to be around and in no way let being vegan be the thing that defined them. I liked them both a lot, (I shouldn’t use the past tense, it’s not like they’re dead or something. I like them both a lot, we should totally hang out sometime.) and I find myself liking Brian Patton too.<\/p>\n