Formerly known as Angr.
Imagine you're a vegan. Or maybe you are a vegan, in which case you don't have to imagine it. Now imagine you hear about an event coming up in your area billed as The Vegan Potluck Dinner Anyone Can Contribute To. You make up a batch of your favorite couscous salad recipe and go to the dinner.
When you walk in, the first thing you notice on the table is a large platter of fried chicken. You say to the host, "I thought this was a vegan potluck?"
The host answers, "Well, it is, but everyone has agreed to allow some animal-based foods under certain restricted circumstances."
"Under certain restricted circumstances? Like what? Why is there fried chicken here?" you ask.
"Well, even though there are many good meat analogues available for things like hamburgers and sausages, there's no meat analogue for fried chicken. It's simply not replaceable with a vegan equivalent," the host replies.
You pick up a bowl, walk resolutely past the chicken, and help yourself to some minestrone. You proclaim it delicious, and the person who made it says, "Thanks! I made it with beef stock, but there's so little meat in there you hardly notice it, do you?"
You quickly put down the minestrone, pick up a plate, and take some corn on the cob. You bite in and discover that it has been coated not with margarine but with real butter. You turn to the host in disbelief and say, "This isn't so little that I don't notice, I noticed instantly! And you can't say butter isn't replaceable with margarine. Why does this corn have butter on it?"
And the host replies, "Well, some people just feel butter is higher-quality than margarine."
So you put down the corn, pick up a clean plate, and head for the desserts. There you see a large chocolate cake. You take a piece, bite into it, and are delighted! You ask the person who made it how he got it so light and fluffy. "I've never managed to get a cake this texture using aquafaba and soy milk."
"Well, I used eggs and cow's milk. You said yourself, you just can't get the right consistency with vegan ingredients. Besides, don't be so paranoid – eating meat and other animal products isn't illegal; no one is going to sue us!"
As you stand there sputtering in disbelief, the host says, "I know how you feel, but you have to understand: We have two goals at this vegan dinner: to be vegan, and to be a dinner. And those goals sometimes conflict with each other, so we have to find a middle ground between them. Of course we prefer vegan dishes whenever they're practical – did you try the couscous salad someone brought? – but surely you concede it isn't possible to have a really high-quality dinner without any animal products at all."
Finally in exasperation you cry, "What on earth is the matter with you people? What does fear of getting sued have to do with anything? And where did you get the idea that a meal's being vegan is in conflict with its being a high-quality dinner? And if you were going to have animal-based foods here, why the hell did you advertise it as a vegan potluck dinner? Vegan means no animal products of any kind! Ever!"
A few weeks later, you hear about another vegan potluck dinner and decide to go. This time, everything is truly vegan! There's a tasty ratatouille (no fried chicken), the minestrone is made with vegetable broth, the corn on the cob has margarine on it and tastes great, and the chocolate cake is light, fluffy, and scrumptious without a drop of milk or any eggs anywhere near it. You think, "Wow! These people have definitely put the lie to the notion that a high-quality dinner can't be purely vegan!" The only drawback? Everyone's speaking Spanish.
If grammar ever finds herself in disagreement with usage, so much the worse for her. It is her fault, and she must reform. For grammar is there only to provide rules or reflections that show one how to speak the way one speaks. If any of these rules or reflections does not agree with the way one actually speaks it can only be false and must be changed.— Claude Buffier, Grammaire françoise sur un plan nouveau
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.— Eleanor Roosevelt, This Is My Story
The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.— James D. Nicoll, rec.arts.sf-lovers, 15 May 1990
I felt a kinship with [my atheist teacher]. It was my first clue that atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them – and then they leap.
I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He bursts out from the Cross, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a way of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.
|Countries where I've spent months to years|
|Countries where I've spent days to weeks|
|Countries where I've spent minutes to hours|
- "there is no super-phonemic system somewhere in the sky, consisting of universal sounds in one-to-one relationship with IPA symbols"
- /Immoral not illegal
- /Irish bh and mh
- /Irish dh and gh
- /Irish l and n
- /Irish orthography
- /List of ISO 639-1 languages by genetic affiliation
- /Liturgical EME
- /Reasons to leave
- /Reasons to stay
- /Unified English Spelling
- /User no fair use
- /life and choice
|The Barnstar of Good Humor|
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