
Lil Lizard – Damien Luciano
11 times I’ve had to move. And 17 times I have to either make new friends or rekindle an old friendship. I can’t even put into words the amount of times I’ve had to change schools or find new jobs. From Georgia, to Florida, to North Carolina, back to Florida, back to NC, BACK TO FLORIDA, to Georgia, then BACK TO FLORIDA AGAIN, then New Hampshire, different town in New Hampshire, NC, and finally different place in NC. And those are just what I recall.
The constant moving in my life has majorly changed my way of thinking and how I live. This challenge has been both a important piece of who I am. It’s helped me gain social skills and learn a lot about people, but it has also held me back. There are plenty of downsides to leaving your friends who you thought you’d grow up with. Trust me. I know. Each of my family’s moves have come with different adjustments. Sometimes I was living in a city and others the suburbs. The cultures are different and I know have 3 different accents that I switch from time to time.
My first move was when I was about 4 months old. From Atlanta to Fort Myers. I’ve only heard about this move since I was too young to remember, but I believe the reason I move so much is because I’m cursed. I moved at too young of an age and now the universe is out to get me. I swear it has to be. From here, guess what. We moved again. This time to Asheville. I stayed here for quite some time as my oldest memory is in that house. But there’s not time for that. We got 9 more moves to go. So, here comes Florida again. Basically my family’s favorite spot. This time I lived in Naples. A nice little town where I spent my 1st grade- 5th grade years. With a little gap missing in 3rd. This was alright as I had my first real connections here, although the kids were way too rich and spoiled. I had learned a lot from them and how not to act. The gap in third grade was the move back to Georgia. A little town named brasilton, where I was homeschooled for about 2 months until we ended up heading back to Naples. This one was weird because It didn’t even feel like I was truly ever there. The final days in Florida were 5th grade. I ended up moving to the complete opposite side of the country by going to live up in New Hampshire. This was were I would spend my middle school days. Although there was a different town there as well. My middle school years were a lot. That’s when I actually changed the most. I went from looking like a kid to looking like a almost teenager. A Tween. Looking back at the pictures is just horrible. Then we have good old North Carolina. Wilmington NC treated me well. My first highschool was there and all my friends were great. I actually looked like a high schooler and had my first parties here, and then sophomore year began. In the same place, but I started to act less like a teenager and more like an adult. That’s what really made me, well me. Unfortunately this all had to end. My friends. Which at the time felt like my family. I had to say goodbye. Now I’m here. At Ravenscroft. A new school in Raleigh NC.
With each move, I had to say goodbye to my old friends and hey to new ones. Most of the times I’d lose touch with them and never hear from them again. I think that was part of me being immature though. Some bonds I made lasted though and I have my growing up to thank for that.
The toughest part of moving was the schooling though. Moving to a new school almost each year took its toll on my learning and sometimes I would have to tutor for countless weekends just to get back on track with my new classmates. Some schools taught differently which was the hardest part to get around. Just when I was so used to being able to ask my teachers for help, I would move to a big school where the teachers had no time for me. Thankfully that isn’t a problem at Ravenscroft.
Finding new jobs was also very tough. As a kid who always had to pay for himself, I’ve taken time to find jobs before I move, so I could immediately start making money for myself when I get there. However this is pretty hard to do when you ask an employer to schedule your interviews for a month later. I’ve been turned down by jobs so many times that I lost track. However I kept trying because well, I need money.
Yet throughout all these moves and hardships I’ve faced because of them, I’ve truly become someone better. I’ve learned social skills, workforce skills, and different sports. My language has changed, and my look has too. From what I know, these things will keep changing as I grow older and meet new people. Hopefully for the better. And honestly, looking back at everything, I’m glad I moved so much. I am especially glad I moved here. At the time I moved from Wilmington, I thought my world was gonna end, but now it’s so much better. I met friends who I care so much about. If I had the option to go back to any of the place, I wouldn’t. Although I miss the times I had with my friends. Right here, right now Is so much better.

Comfort of Home – Carys Thomas
As I’m eating the chicken from the cafeteria at school, I hear others around me loving the same food. At the same time, I’m not enjoying it as much.
This brings me back to the one time I sat down at the dinner table with my family. I was used to my plain, lightly buttered pasta, and carrots. This time, however, it was not that. Instead, my nostrils opened up to an unfamiliar smell, a smell so bad I gagged. I wanted to be removed from the steam this food was causing. When my mom removed the cover of the pot, I witnessed a circular green vegetable I had never seen before. “Mom!” I said, “What is this?” “It’s a brustlesprout,” she replied, “C’mon, eat it, it tastes like candy.” I felt bad about not eating food somebody made for me because they tried. So, I reluctantly believed her as I took a chomp. BLEH. What did I just poison myself with? I didn’t have the courage to swallow the grossest thing that just entered my mouth. As I held it in my mouth, my mom asked me, “Isn’t it so good?” as she was gobbling up her whole plate full of them. I smiled at her, shook my head yes, and ran to the bathroom. I spit that disgusting green plant out in the toilet to hide the evidence. I then started to get this jealous feeling. Why do some people like food and others don’t? I just wanted to be able to eat food without feeling like I had to vomit.
As I reflect on this moment later in my life, I realize I’m the same. But why? Why are some people picky? After some research, it makes sense as to why I turned out like this. Being a picky eater is based on learning, not genetics. My mom and dad are both not picky eaters, compared to me who is, which makes sense. How is it learned? It’s learned by usually parental figures when they try to make their kids eat more. Trying to make somebody who is a small eater eat more, usually has the opposite effect. When I first interviewed my person, I had no idea that this was a factor. I asked her about she felt about the cafeteria food.
Me: How do you feel about the school cafeteria food?
Interviewee: I think it’s disgusting and it sucks.
Here I thought about how similar we were, both bonding over the same dislike.
When I went to interview her again, after finding out this revelation, I asked her, “How demanding were your parents about making you eat foods you didn’t like?” she replied with, “Yes, they would physically force the utensil in my mouth and didn’t let me leave the table until I ate it.” Wow. That was something. The forcefulness of parental figures making somebody eat develops a permanent picky-eater mentality.
To contrast this, I asked for a view of my friends. I asked them whether or not they were picky eaters or not. All of them replied no, and I asked if their parents ever forced them to eat anything they didn’t want. They all said no because they are open to new things.
The bottom line is that picky eaters form from nourishment, not nature. If a developing child is already cautious about eating certain foods, making them eat them is going to have the opposite effect of trying to fix their habits.

Helmet – Nick DeGiacinto
There are 16,000 high school teams across America playing football. Millions of people gather together every Friday night in the season to rally around and support the team. Yet some schools need to give their team more effort. Some schools need people to rally in support. Some schools have all the resources in the world, but no one makes an effort to use those resources. This is the case with Ravenscroft. I made a trip down to the campus to investigate. I first venture to the weight room. In the most successful programs in the world, the weight room is always full of athletes throughout the school day. As I enter the gym, the darkness hits me like a rock. It feels like it has just become nighttime. It is as lonely as the Sahara Desert. The very few lights are from the fluorescent spotlights that highlight the empty racks. There’s a fine layer of dust over everything. Cobwebs and cockroaches scattered everywhere. In the east corner of the gym, there is an empty chair. Sitting in the shadows, this chair is full of memories. Many coaches have sat in this chair, yelling at their athletes as they push themselves in this once-great weight room. It is so quiet you can hear your thoughts. All the disappointing thoughts of not working hard enough and none of the work ever paying off come flooding back in the silence. Your silence gets broken by a buzz. A lonely fly is flying around, representing what used to be this fantastic weight room, full of life and glory. The now empty weight room, with the knowledge of what it once was, is overwhelming and utterly consuming every day. This barren weight room is a reflection of the attitude of the team in every aspect.
After the weightroom I decide to go interview several players for the team to get their views on it. I first interviewed Hayden Shoemaker, a sophomore who was the starting center of the 2023 season. I first asked him about how he feels about the support around general athletics at the school. He said that he “[feels] like school athletics and the support around it is pretty good.” This is quite interesting as, after my personal experience, there were very few fans who were not family in the majority of games. In most games, there were 10-15 of the 400 upper school students in attendance. Next, I interviewed Hayden Stafford, a junior who played defensive end. I asked him how he felt about school spirit around athletics, and he said that “especialy for football, there is very low turnout… and there is not many students at any of the games.” I then asked him how he felt about some team’s efforts to prepare for their upcoming season. He said that it is “pretty up to the athlete to prepare themselves during the off season. There is no actual structure or any real plans up until right before the season starts.” I took him saying this and looked into the coaching staff’s plan for the offseason. At the end of the spring season, every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday are team lifts and field workouts. The coaches are putting the opportunities out there, but the players are not answering. I am aware that other local teams that have a strong team culture will do student-led lifts. I inquired if Ravenscroft athletes did this, and he said that there is “not really [any culture]… in the weight room, there is not really any football players it is really mixed up and random and pretty empty. We are not doing anything at all together and not really bonding as a team.” This fits the research I did earlier when I visited the weight room during the school day.
My final interview to conclude my research was interviewing a coach, more specifically, an athletic trainer. I chose to interview a trainer as they are not biased. A coach for the team may be biased on the level of engagement from athletes. Coach Mike Rice has been an athletic trainer for Ravenscroft for the last three years. He has worked very closely with the football team and has developed relationships with both the athletes and coaches. I first asked him about school spirit around athletics, and he said that Ravenscroft has “pretty good school spirit with some sports and it is definitely lacking with others… [he] has seen less of a turnout of students at football games as the years have gone on. Basketball normally does pretty well and in the spring a majority of students are playing a sport.” I then inquired about his thoughts on teams’ effort to prepare for the season. He feels that “the coaches put together good things for the students to do in the off-season and it just comes down to the students actually doing it and it seems, atleast from my perspective, a handful of students will do what they need to do before the season but a majority do not.”
What is the point of all of these interviews? High school sports are so much more than just being on a team. It is a brotherhood. From my personal experience, the brothers I went onto the battlefield with will have my back for the rest of my life, and I will have theirs. I believe that every team should build this comradery. Some teams do not do all the things they can to build the brotherhood that results in success on and off the field. The early morning workouts and being there for your teammates are what make teams great. In my sophomore year, I was a part of a great team where everyone fought for everyone. We all worked together, and the whole school rallied around us as we rallied around each other. Football has taught me so many lessons. Football has taught me how to be happy with what you have while it is still here. Football has taught me to never take things for granted. Football taught me to never give up on what I want in life. Football taught me that there are going to be doubters, and you are the only one who can prove them wrong. Football has taught me that nothing is handed to you. Football has taught me that things can change at any moment. Football has made me into the person I am today. This essay is a call to action. It is a call for all players to work together to bring back the brotherhood so we may be great together.

Bon Iver – Chloe Fox
every day
we used to be more than friends
every day
we used to message good morning
every day
we used to meet up
every day
we used to talk for hours
every day
we used to play games
every day
we used to hang out
every day
we used to be more than friends
I told you my weakness
I told you my secrets
I told you my anxiety
I used to trust everything you did
I used to check up on you
I wished you hung out with me more
I wished you checked up on me more
I hoped you cared for me
I hoped you trusted me
I hoped you would help me
I was calm when I was with you
I was myself when I was with you
every day now
we are less than friends
every day now
we never message good morning
every day now
we never meet up
every day now
we never talk for hours
every day now
we never play games
every day now
we never hang out
every day now
we are less than friends
You’re using my weakness
You’re using my secrets
You’re using my anxiety
I now don’t trust everything you did
I now don’t check up on you
I don’t wish you hang out with me more
I don’t wish you check up on me
I don’t need you to care about me
I don’t need you to trust me
I don’t need you to help me
I’m angry when I’m with you
I’m not myself when I’m with you
I know how you feel
I know what you said
I am so glad things came to an end.

Vista – Henry Zhang
I awoke to something much worse than the Ravens. They had watched silently and led me somewhere. This was a pointy object in my face, with a blurry figure holding onto the end. After a few moments, I realized that the pointy object was a spear and the blurry object was a dark-haired, freckled, post-adolescent boy. He seemed scared. I don’t know why he was scared when he had the weapon. I got the sense that visitors in this place – the tree or down where I had felt the power – were not welcomed very often.
“Who are you, and why have you come”? He uttered triumphantly.
“The Ravens led me here.” I snapped back harder than I should have.
“The what”? Are you high, kid? You are going to come with me to see Him.”
He grabbed my arm and pushed me off the tree. I hit the ground with a thud and cut my elbow. It was bleeding even more than it had been before. My whole body was scraped, bruised, and purple. I hadn’t noticed last night through the darkness. It was quite painful, but I ventured to stay silent.
“You didn’t answer me before,” he said. “Who are you?”
I stayed silent. Thinking about what he had just asked me, I puzzled myself as to why he would want to know. Could my name change – in the blink of an eye – if he took me to see “Him” or not?
“First, tell me who you are and who He is. Also, where are we”? Those were the questions I wanted to know. He stood for a moment, then responded:
“My name is Matt. Matthew Ylyse. As for where we are, you were on the edge of the boundary outside the school.”
We took a few more steps, and I felt the power again. It surged throughout my entire body – my brain forgot about the cuts or the fall from the tree. I still couldn’t see anything through the trees. What school was there in the middle of a forest? What boundary?
As we walked, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the paper to examine it. Just as I glimpsed away from the capital C, I was knocked to the ground once more. This time by a girl. She, unlike Matt, was unusually beautiful. She had slightly lighter brown hair than Matt. She had a knife and an unsavory look on her face. She stood over me:
“Who is this? How did you get him inside the boundary”? She questioned Matt.
“I don’t know. I saw him go through the boundary on the night watch and spent a while looking for him. I found him in a tree.”
“How did he..” She gaped at me in awe as I stood up. I didn’t understand.
“The tree was high, but the branches were easy to climb. What did I do?”
She got more angry this time. She pushed me down again, harder than her first time. The knife she held inched its way toward my throat. I looked in between Matt’s legs and spied a large rose garden. Behind it was a group of buildings – a relatively large lot that I had previously never noticed.
“Tell me who you are, or this grass gets dyed red!” She yelled angrily.
I didn’t respond immediately. I studied her face as well. She was angry. She didn’t want to be. I felt like she was lonely – perhaps I also wished for that to be the case. After all, I was alone in the forest; that fact in itself doesn’t usually scream companionship and social connection. When I looked again, she was still glorious. I didn’t have anything to compare her to in my mind. She seemed hopeful yet sad. Her left eyebrow leaned slightly.
She had dark green eyes. They were the opposite of the Raven’s. I felt warm when I stared into them – even though the blade at my throat felt cold to the touch.
I spent a few moments analyzing the intricate details of her face. If I had to die here, surrounded by strange people, at least something pleasant would be my last image. I was completely and truly alone. Matt stared off into the distance, and the girl in front of me seemed hell-bent on my demise. Although, I felt that I couldn’t give up just yet. The power came over me.
For the first time, I realized the extent to which I was alone. I chimed back into reality:
“I… I don’t know.” I exclaimed. “I… My name is Today, but I don’t remember who I am or how I got here.” I pleaded with her.
There it was. I awoke to Ravens and saw It in the forest. Got threatened by steel twice and hit the ground by a large oak tree. She lifted the knife, and I stood up. I gazed upon the school in the distance. I felt the message in my pocket and the ground beneath my feet.
“My name is Today, and I have no memory,” I unwittingly amused myself.
Though the Ravens would remember who I was.

Changing Seasons – Sierra Kish
Your wisdom
Outlasts
Your age
The locksmith
Holding
The keys
Of our progress
You enable
Our lives
With your overlooked
Appendages
Subtle
Yet sturdy
Machines
The host
Of my feather
& quill
With which my mute
Oration
Is uttered
Unto your deaf
Audience
You award
No applause
You cast
No judgment
Majestic
Yet delicate
Silence
You Harbor
My accomplishments
Donate life
& limb
For our insatiable
Desire
To grow
An abundance
Of emptiness
At the cost
Of your mighty
Yet vulnerable
Being
Swimming
Darkly
Among
The dangers
Of the dark
Until we stumble
Upon your greatest gift
Of glorious warmth
Envious
Only of the sun
It warms
Our homes
Yet it burns
And scorches
Your own
You stand
Stoic
As the guard
Holding
Back
Our past
Yet we
Still
Attempt
To reduce
Your grand
Ever capable
Stature

The End – Damien Luciano
Background: These 3 freestyle poems (all go together as a series) were created originally for an English project and were extremely emotional for me to create. These works can educate people on the hardships of owning animals, ranch life, and the background struggles of working at vet clinics. I worked in a vet clinic over the summer and saw a lot of animals come and go, Andara was one of many but I felt the need to commemorate her death. This dog was so pure and innocent like the Mustang filly at our ranch, Sunni. Both their deaths were preventable and unnecessary which is what made it so hard to grasp. It has been nearly a year since I had to make the hardest decision of my life, losing my mare Cassie, and it is still a very sensitive subject as well. Putting these poems out there will not only honor their lives but perhaps help someone going through a tough time losing a beloved animal/pet. Only one of these animals was mine but the loss of all of them affected me greatly.
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Utah Plains
(A 2-year-old Mustang filly that passed due to sand colic)
From the Utah plains you came,
Your young spirit and vivacious personality,
The bright future you had,
We all were watching you grow.
Your potential for success; oh how we had hoped and wondered
Yet no one saw, no one noticed,
Nobody was there to comfort you until it was too late-
The look in your eyes,
Your suffering and pain, all too great.
You were so young, Sunni
It was a mistake
Corrected all to late
I watched as she braided your beautiful auburn hair
And walked you away.
Oh Sunni, it was far too early
Not enough years had gone by
Now your tummy full of sweet grass
Not sand and stones
You can run to the Utah plains from which you came
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Andara
(A nameless puppy mill female Doberman that had been hit by a truck)
Your thin frame contorted and broken,
Battered and bruised
You had escaped one hell, only to find yourself in another
They had abused you, malnourished you, and hurt you
Valued you only for the money your pups could give
All this pain you endured
Yet I could see the innocence in your eyes,
While you occupied a small space in our care.
We carried you in-
The x-rays illuminating the damage that had been done
You were in too much pain
A pain that could not be overcome with medicines or surgeries.
With your days numbered,
We noticed not a name on your door.
They had left you with nothing to call your own
So we gave you something; so that we could never forget you.
Andara, after a young, beautiful, pure spirit of a fiction novel.
Life had not treated you kindly
But under the scares, blood, and manged coat
Beyond those who did you wrong
Was a dog, who with a little love, would have been just that
Now you’ve finally found peace
Oh how I wish to see you now
Roaming the endless fields of the Rainbow Bridge
With mended bones and healthy skin
I’m truly sorry Andara
For you never saw what love this world could give
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The Last Goodbye
(For Cassie, my first mare who passed away on April 21, 2023)
I miss the way your soft muzzle used to tickle my hands
I miss how the sun-bleached your black coat brown in the summer
How your dapples only came out in the Spring
The way you tilted your head back at me when I came to get you
How you pawed when you were bored
I wish for nothing more than to turn the corner
And see you standing there in the alleyway;
Waiting for me, like it was just any other day
Because it would mean that I never had to say goodbye
That it wasn’t the last photo I’d ever take of you
Or our last bareback ride through the sunset-lit woods
Nor the last time I would ever wrap my arms around you
It would mean that I didn’t have to lead you under that tree
Only to see you fall back to the Earth and quietly fall asleep
Knowing you’d never wake up again
I wish I could’ve eased your pain
Watching you deteriorate in front of me
Oh how I had once watched your silhouette run the stretches of the pastures
How happy you were
Only to be reduced to a lameness
So that each step caused you to break a little bit more,
You were so strong
I saw you fight it
But I knew when it was time
When I cradled your head in my arms
Now when I look abroad, through the fields
There is an emptiness where I used to watch you among the rest
I miss you so much Cassie
The last night we spent together
In that old corral.
Talking of old times and new
We made a promise to each other,
One never to forget.
One last ride, we said
A timeless one, through endless green pastures,
Where the horizon dances with the mountains
I see you now in the sunrises and sunsets
I see you, Cassie
For the mare who held a lot of firsts
Who taught me more than any textbook or classroom could
For all the times spent together.
So wait for me Cassie
For when it is my time
We will gallop among the stars together
A moment to catch up and reminisce
I will love nothing the way I loved you
For you were the best friend I ever had

Sun Shell – Damien Luciano
One day we will all bury our mothers
As the time we have with them inevitably expires
And as our mothers memories fleet
Their impressions of us become concrete
Never to be changed.
Buried in dirt.
So take opportunities when time is fresh
So she gets to see as you grow and blossom
Or settle for mediocrity and slowly regress
And cement your image as the spirit rottens
Never to be changed.
Buried in dirt.

Reflection – Carys Thomas
Avocado toast, tofu sandwiches, and raw vegetables–in other words, the food of devout, violent, devil worshippers (at least according to some). Recent studies show that many Americans equate veganism and refraining from consuming animal products with metaphorical sacrilege. Specifically, research run by Julia Minson, a University of Pennsylvania psychologist, found 47% of participants held poor opinions of non-meat eaters: “Vegans were allied with the words ‘weird,’ ‘arrogant,’ ‘preachy,’ ‘militant,’ ‘uptight,’ ‘stupid,’ and– mysteriously – ‘sadistic’” (Gorvett). These adjectives connect to a larger assumption of Vegans as entitled, self-righteous fanatics who push their own moral standard onto others. Now, even the phrase “Sorry, I can’t eat that… I’m vegan,” makes some cringe. How did a seemingly wholesome cause of helping the planet and saving animals lend itself to such contention, and why do anti-vegans feel so strongly about fighting veganism?
Veganism restricts so much of what a person eats, so it often forces them to be vocal about their diet, only affirming stereotypes and contributing to a self-fulfilling cycle. Most restaurants offer very few plant-based options, and less than .04% specifically cater to only vegetarian and vegan diets (IBIS World). When a vegan eats out with a non-vegan, they must consider restaurant options thoroughly, which may seem excessive. Turning down everyone’s favorite BBQ place because they only serve chicken wings and brisket means veganism restricts not only the dieter, but the people around them and makes hanging out a hassle. Vegans also frequently order meals with changes and substitutions, which may stand out as strange to non-vegans. For instance, a popular dairy-free meal at Taco Bell consists of ordering a Supreme Burrito, swapping the seasoned beef with black beans, removing the cheese and sour cream, and changing the sauce (“How To Eat Vegan”). Overall, they must think about, and end up talking about, their dietary restrictions a lot because it influences the basic, everyday need of eating. I, for example, am a vegetarian. I feel strongly about appreciating and respecting food people share with me, and enjoy trying different types of food. However, my diet means I must turn down my grandmother’s Turkey on Thanksgiving and my Uncle Sven’s Weißwuascht (Bavarian white sausage) when I visit him. Because I don’t eat meat myself, I end up constantly explaining why I turn down food to other people. Vegans experience the same trouble, only to a stronger degree, furthering the perception of them wanting to rub their morality in others’ faces.
If not in person, everyone’s witnessed at least one vegan making questionable decisions online. From elaborate pig robberies to group milk pouring events in grocery stores, they receive a lot of public attention for less than conventional methods of spreading the diet (Dutkiewicz). While plenty of vegans stay subtle about their eating habits, due to the nature of the internet, those who act the most extremely get the most attention. The viral YouTube video, with over sixteen million views, “6 Vegans vs 1 Secret Meat Eater| Odd Man Out,” stands out as an example of this phenomenon. In the video, contestants compete for money as they look for the one non-vegan mole among them. While as a whole, they calmly and unassumingly share their experiences eating a plant-based diet, one contestant, Erin, plays the game more aggressively. Her social crimes consist of attacking the other vegans for eating Taco Bell and using soap, which may contain lard or tallow, while personally invalidating their reasons for not eating meat and dairy products. Viewers litter the video’s comments, criticizing Erin with complaints such as, “They lost because of Erin lol. Most vegans I’ve met are exactly like Erin,””It isn’t veganism that prevents people from becoming vegan, it’s Erin’s personality,” and “Erin is grilling everyone… She is just disgusting.” (“6 Vegans vs 1”). While the other vegans in the video stand up for each other, viewers remember Erin, who drew the most attention. She took up space and fit the stereotype of self-righteousness. The premise of the game made the contestants turn on each other for money and nitpick each other’s statements. While the internet gives vegans a lot of slack based on how Erin acted in the video, her interactions on the game show are not actually representative of the entire population of dairy-free eateres. Judging the group as a whole based on how a few of them interact online paints an unfair, inaccurate picture of vegans.
There may also be a psychological explanation for why vegans bringing up their diet frequently irks meat eaters so much. Benoit Monin, a Stanford professor of psychology, argues that many anti-vegans fundamentally agree on the issues that the diet seeks to address, such as limiting animal cruelty and helping the environment. The practice and its intentions themselves are not the issues. As vegans make their lifestyle known to others through constant reminders at restaurants and online spaces, they force people to question their personal morality. Veganism growing in popularity means non-vegans may see consuming animal products as a choice and not an indisputable need. Going dairy-free costs money, time, and effort. Taking on the diet means giving up food like bacon and ice cream, so obviously not everyone takes on the challenge. However, those who hold animal safety and environmentalism as core values face the reality that maybe something they do every day, eating animals, disagrees with their own morals. This moral tension causes a lot of the hate projected at vegans: “By their mere existence, vegans force people to confront their cognitive dissonance. And this makes people angry” (Gorvett). Take, for instance, someone who loves fish and takes care of goldfish. However, he also eats salmon for dinner. While usually this feels like a necessary human consumption, when he talks with his vegan friend and accepts veganism as an option, his killing of fish becomes a choice. He now feels like an active participant in the system of killing fish. So, the awareness alone of veganism made him feel poorly about himself. It’s no surprise this makes people outright veganism as a whole.
Society constantly rejects those who act differently, arguing a perceived superior morality. From Shakers, who formed their own extreme religious practices, to women’s rights activists and climate change researchers, we reject those with strong views which require change. Similarly, anti-vegans shun those who argue against consuming meat and supporting the dairy industry. Accepting vegans means questioning one’s own actions and innocence. Anti-vegans may not hate animals or the fact that vegans eat vegetables. Instead, they hate that they themselves eat meat.
Works Cited
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The New Republic. https://newrepublic.com/article/168211/vegan-milk-protests-animal-rebellion.
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In the Blue – Henry Zhang
People look right at you
Stares of disgust
You wonder what you did
To deserve all this hate
You’re just like everyone else
You thought
You belong with others
You thought
You can be who you want to be
You thought
Such naive feelings have no place
In the hearts of the despised
You beat yourself over it
Over
And over
And over
Your passions fall apart
Like a clay mold that escaped the kiln
Your friends start to leave
When you need them most
Your future seems like it’ll never appear
Like the light at the tunnel that always escapes your grasp
So close, yet so far
You start to look inward
Try to fix yourself
And you get frustrated when you
Can’t find anything that needs fixing
You can’t seem to realize
That you are perfect just the way you are
And that no one gets to choose your life when you’re the driver
And that no one gets to judge you when you’re free
And that no one gets to push you down when you’re in the air
Despite the others who doubted you
Even if you doubted yourself
Even if you still doubt yourself
You are amazing, special, wonderful
You are
Perfect.
Just as you are.