Vegetarians, vegans, pescatarians whatever. If you inflict your food lifestyle on other people–that is, other people have to modify their activities to suit your whims–you are high-maintenance, and probably spoiled with significant emotional problems to boot. Could apply to guys too, but I see a lot more girls doing this.
I dated a vegetarian for a while. I thought it was a “cute” and probably temporary affliction which would only inconvenience me in my infrequent quests for steakhouses. Was I ever wrong. Then I almost dated a vegan for a short time, until I realized that the closest we’d ever get to sharing a meal was a bottle of approved wine.
There are some benefits to women being vegetarian. That means less money spent on steak dinners, a great conversational opportunity whenever you have to go out to dinner with other people (/sarc), and possibly some benefits during sex. That’s about it.
Being vegetarian means that a girl is high-maintenance. This is because* women who undertake an ostensible stance against animal-cruelty / for-animal-rights / for-any-progressive-cause are just dying to feel martyred when you, the earnest guy trying to get some tail, give them any sort of grief whatsoever about their lifestyle preference.
To repeat: Women love the emotional rush they get from feeling put-upon as a result of their adopting an irrational lifestyle for whatever the ostensible cause is. They feel as though they’re suffering for the cause, and that paradoxically makes them feel good. This in turn means that those women are otherwise emotionally empty and turn to causes as means of validation, which you, fearless reader, then have to bear the brunt of.
What are symptoms of this high-maintenance state, you ask. Well–how about having to modify what restaurants a group chooses to suit that one person. How about eating out, or even cooking becoming a nightmare–this is one reason I don’t buy dinner for girls until I want to, because dealing with a lot of eating idiosyncrasies is just a huge pain that I don’t want to deal with. How about just being an asshole. Eye-rolling, special requests for restaurants that you can’t turn down because “I can’t eat meeeeeeaat“, the implied holier-than-thou moral posturing, that whole package. The whole explanation deal when you introduce the person to someone else and have to run through the whole litany of dietary restrictions, what they can and won’t eat (gluten-free, various animal product categories, organic-only, etc). It’s goddam ridiculous and needs to stop.
There’s also a difference between “I can’t eat meat” and “I won’t eat meat.” Please please please acknowledge that you are choosing–preferring–to live a certain way when you are inconveniencing others. Own it. Don’t pretend that your lower GI tract will explode if you have a chicken nugget. That’s irresponsible and dishonest and is an attempt to move the blame for the situational discomfort to the other person.
If you can’t find a real cause, don’t turn to a fake one so that you can add some meaning to your life through other peoples’ distress and inconvenience.
Vegetarianism was espoused by Hitler. QED.
* I threw this in there because there are small minorities of women (and men) who are vegetarians due to being raised that way, religious requirements, etc. I can’t fault that too much. Still think it’s unnecessary, but it’s a sight better than the typical attention-whoring.
Falling Outside the Normal Moral Constraints 