House mates
My girl friend's house mate is vegan, and I don't mean the 'I don't like the taste of meat'type, I mean the 'fire and brimstones, death to meat-eaters!' type.
Anyway, aside from the fact she won't sit in the same room as me when I'm eating, preparing, holding or otherwise in possession of raw OR cooked meat, she's pretty normal.

If slightly obsessive.
To prevent 'contamination' she has her own designated area, spanning three quarters of the kitchen work surface that is perpetually covered in decaying green moss. She has her own washing up bowl, vegan washing up liquid (?), etc, etc.

However, it's what she DOESN'T have that amuses me.
I mean, if you're anal enough to demand a separate microwave (true story), you're anal enough to buy your own washing up SPONGE, and maybe some sort of hand-made, fair-trade, organic, vegan, free-range DISH TOWEL? Apparently not.

Ooh, and my favorite story about the person in question. Being vegan she is ridiculously thin and takes enough dietary pills each day to make her rattle.
But she won't use one set of pills named 'Vegan multi-vitamin' because I convinced her than Vit-D can only be made in animal tissue.

Dumbass.
( Pointy Head poked another hole in my anorak on, Fri 2 Mar 2007, 9:47, Reply)