When I was growing up back in Louisiana there was
a radio show on Saturday mornings called Let's
Pretend. To a little girl already bursting with
imagination, this was my kind of show. It had a catchy
little theme song that I can still hum. Of course,
the show was all about fairytales, bad witches, good
fairies, etc. Even in my twilight years, I still enjoy
pretending and practicing the message in that song:
Pretend you're happy when you're blue, it's not
so very hard to do..... That song also that tells
us to put a smile upon your face as if there's
I know that I was pretending for years that "food"
animals don't suffer, the rain forest isn't disappearing,
our water and other resources aren't being polluted
by feedlots, millions aren't going to bed hungry,
and that piece of meat on my plate just miraculously
appeared. Just pretend it's not happening, Billie,
okay? Think of something else. And I did for years.
Yes, I pretended a lot until I began to sit up and
take notice of the things responsible people were
saying. They certainly didn't sound like make believe
or pretending; they sounded frightening and real.
I began to research this lifestyle. It seems I had
a lot to make up for with all the silly pretending
I'd been doing.
I still pretend I'm happy when I'm so blue
about most things and try to keep a smile upon
my face -- but not when it comes to the concepts
of veganism. I believe my husband is a "pretender"
when it comes to veganism. His response when I work
to explain it to him is usually, "I don't want to
talk about it." Pretending. Even though he gets only
vegan vittles at home, he still orders meat when we
eat out. I am saddened by this but am just working
to be kind and set a good example And when I see the
unsightly piece of flesh on his plate in a restaurant,
I just PRETEND it's made from tvp.
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