I lived with this girl that was a vegetarian for a while. Actually, I’ve had two vegetarian roommate. One was great, she did her thing, I did mine. I don’t eat much meat to begin with, so it did really matter. The other girl was a piece of work. I grew up around medicine. This girl was clearly anemic. Pale as death, always sick as a dog, no energy, ever. And she’d complain about it. All the time. Finally I told her she was probably anemic because she didn’t eat meat, take supplements or eat enough leafy dark green veggies. She starting screaming at me about how I was just not accepting her life choice. Good grief, I wasn’t telling her she could only get iron from meat and she asked for my advise. And she lectured me all the time about my diet. See, not only was she a vegetarian, but she was one a low carb diet since she was 12. She annoyed me to no end.
Mainly my complaint is just the people that look like death on a cracker that say they are so much healthier than I am. I probably don’t eat more than three servings of meat a week most weeks, do don’t sit there are tell me that you diet is radically better than mine, particularly when you look like a strong breeze might knock you down.
Other than that, I don’t care what you do. Call yourself whatever you’d like and eat whatever you please. It’s not up to me what you do. Just don’t tell me what to do.