Of course, the best part of all this is that for the first time in my life I’m not contributing to the abuse of animals, and that makes me feel good too, so on balance veganism is looking like a pretty viable lifestyle to me right now.

As for veganism itself, well, it’s not much fun. It turns out that dairy or egg is in just about everything that isn’t fruit, vegetables or bread. I mean, there’s milk in all the soup in my house. There’s eggs in many kinds of pasta. There’s even shellac in sweets like Skittles. And soya milk is not very nice.

The only reason I intend to stick with it is that for every day I stay a vegan, my friend won’t eat meat, so I’m effectively doubling my vegetarianism. Besides, to re-tread a line of thought that has served me very poorly in the past, if it’s good enough for Woody Harrelson then it’s good enough for me.

(Disclaimer: utterly inebriated post, but the sentiment still stands. One of my best friends does med, and he’s one of the nicest, most considerate guys I know. And everyone in my class is really nice too. I genuinely feel bad for dropping out of the course, because
all the other students in it are so goddamn nice. Seriously. Med students, in my experience, are a terrific group of people, and my only regret is that, well, that’s more a personal failing than anything else… But yeah, med students are jolly good folk).

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I’m probably going to go disfigure myself with some dumb piercing tomorrow. Speak now or forever hold your peace, those who think it’s a stupid idea.

Go. I promise to be bound by popular consensus come the morning. Or I’ll just do whatever I feel like. I don’t know. Regardless, let’s have some debate.

What kind of piercing should I get? I think that a nose ring like this looks pretty cool, but so far the reception to such an idea has been positively hostile. So again, I put this issue to you, my dear readers.

To pierce or not to pierce?

Update: Here’s the picture. Yes, I know that just because it looks good on someone else does not mean it will look good on me. Still, all drunken assertions aside, I’m quite keen to get this done.

Update: I wonder how much of my recent behaviour this could explain. It could certainly account for my lethargy, but the weird dreams about half-completed killer robots (controlled by the brains of maladjusted canines) ceaselessly chasing me around a bizarre satellite dish-shaped ceramic/metallic swimming pool/sink probably require further explanation. Reading Crime and Punishment until the 3 every night can’t be helping much in this regard. I’m starting to feel like good old Rodion Romanovich himself…

Great interview.

Quote:

How does it feel to be a pregnant man? Incredible. Despite the fact that my belly is growing with a new life inside me, I am stable and confident being the man that I am. In a technical sense I see myself as my own surrogate, though my gender identity as male is constant. To Nancy, I am her husband carrying our child—I am so lucky to have such a loving, supportive wife. I will be my daughter’s father, and Nancy will be her mother. We will be a family.

He used to be a woman, so that’s how this is possible. I’m generally quite laissez-faire about social matters, but this makes me uneasy. I mean, what the fuck is the kid going to think? And how’s he going to give birth?

Come on cynics, what say you of my latest plan?