I don’t have a vegan bucket list. If I did, I suppose eating at Millennium would be on it, and I did that when we went to San Francisco. I’d like to get tattooed at Scapegoat in Portland. And recently, I did something else from my not-bucket list: I met Carol J. Adams.
Spoiler alert: I fangirled the fuck out.
On a whim one day, I checked her tour schedule and probably
did a little chair dance when I learned she’d be bringing her Sexual Politics of Meat slideshow to my
alma mater, Towson University. Discussing
vegan feminism on a Thursday night? Don’t mind if I do! I grabbed my copy of The Pornography of Meat, arranged to
meet a few pals there, and prepared to get my think on.
Several local activist groups had tables set up, including Red Emma’s. I love my friendly neighborhood
anarchist collective, so I bought a copy of
The Sexual Politics of Meat (I felt a little bad not having read it
already, but Pornography seemed
easier. It has more pictures). Carol’s presentation was excellent. I’d venture
to say that more than half of the audience was there either as a class
assignment or for extra credit, but what the hell. At least they learned
something new. Maybe a few seeds were planted. I wonder what I would have felt
if I’d seen Carol’s slideshow when I was in college. At that time, I thought I
couldn’t be vegetarian because I was frequently anemic. I’m not even sure I
knew any vegans, but I knew for sure that Towson’s campus was no place for them
to find food that wasn’t french fries. I hope that’s changed.
I took plenty of notes and really felt my own interest in
the intersection of oppressions rekindled. Sometimes it’s easy to get
complacent because I no longer have to work very hard to be vegan (or feminist),
so a refresher is always welcome. I remembered how much I love her concept of
the absent referent,
the realization that missing from every piece of meat is the death of the
animal from which that meat was taken. The absent referent is what allows
people to consume animals comfortably; it separates “animal” from “food.” As
she said during her talk, it “allows for the moral abandonment of a being.” I wrote
that down because it touched me so deeply. Oppression based on species
reinforces that based on gender, and where there is oppression, violence
inevitably follows. Vegans, she said, “refuse to consume that which exists
because of violence.” I’ll carry that with me for the next time someone asks
why I’m vegan.
I figured that everyone would swarm her as soon as the
Q&A ended, asking questions and wanting autographs, but I needn’t have
worried. The best part of college events is that everyone goes for the food,
not the speaker, and the room cleared out quickly. She was so friendly and
gracious, signing both of my books and chatting with me about veganism and her
other lecture stops. I was not a babbling idiot, as I had feared. She has such
a welcoming, calm presence. Also, we are both diehard fans of the one and only Vegan Feminist Agitator!
Carol even agreed to take a photo with me (plenty of people hate this, which I
completely understand), and her son volunteered for camera duty. Both of her
sons were there, which I thought was so sweet. Vegan feminism: It’s all in the
family!
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| Trying not to squee. (Also, new favorite shirt!) |
One of these days, I look forward to digging into Sexual Politics and continuing my education.
If you’re not familiar with her work, check out the slideshow. It was a
fantastic experience, and I hope she returns to Baltimore so Red can meet her
too.
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| A little light reading. |
