a good rant.
When I became a vegetarian 20 years ago I quickly realised I was perceived not merely as having changed my diet, but as if I’d had a personality transplant. Overnight I’d become, to my friends and family, a pasty-faced sandal-wearer who lives on lentils. A formerly doting aunt, explaining why she wouldn’t be able to invite me round any more, said, “I don’t know how to cook vegetarian food, “ as if it were some alien species of nourishment.