Food-Hating Tower of Maintenance
She may have started out with good intentions - saving chickens, starting a garbage heap and all that - but all too often it's a slow and steady kayak cruise into a full-blown eating disorder. Today's concerned twenty-something has pretty much turned vegetarianism and veganism into a rite of passage; admirable enough, I guess, except perhaps for the often short-sighted perspective that will find many of them looking like frail, hollowed-out junkies by the time they're hitting their mid-thirties. It's like watching someone go slowly bat-poop crazy, their diminishing sustenance intake in direct proportion to their insane and wearying rationalizing. And yet as they sit there trembling and complaining of various wim-wams and vapours while you tuck into your burger and slug back java with a vitality they can't even remember, they will actually adopt a superior attitude and lemon-sucking expression as they toss out the textbook platitudes of the hopeless foodophobe. "I could never eat that." No kidding - you can barely get through your flax cracker and I'm the nut here? Oh wait, nuts are deadly poison, aren't they? ...Sigh.
