Being a vegan means deprivation. And in the beginning it seems like a very long path ahead. Now before anyone gets annoyed at that statement, I am not talking about the reality of being a vegan I am talking about the conception that normal meat eating creatures have about becoming a vegan. That conception that…
So after a year or so of deciding that I was going to become the best vegan there ever was I stopped. It was as simple as that. It was equivalent to slapping myself on the face several times and giving myself a good talking to. And in giving myself that very good talking…
After doing a little bit of research I became increasingly frightened of vegans. Why? Because all of a sudden it appeared that being a vegan was no longer about tasteless lentils and hairy arm pits. Only a few moments with google showed me that “Vegan” was now synonymous with glamour, an urban cool, sexiness…
I do not want to focus on my diagnosis as ‘Notes from New England’ is not about that. Whenever the dreaded term ‘MS’ is used I feel that people’s instinctive reaction is one of pity. If truth be told it has taken me well over 18 months to cautiously start being open with people about the fact…