Today I found my friend Emilie’s amazing blog, The Conscious Kitchen. Seriously, amazing. Everything looks delicious, and lots of fun stories about food experiences.

One of Emilie’s creations. Is this even legal in the state of Massachussettes?
Her post from Monday, Simple Pleasures and Guilt, really resonated with my recent food experiences. She talks about reconciling her punk ethos with her passion for, if I may use the term “the finer things.” It got me thinking about my ethics and how they interact with my diet.
We’ve got all these choices, right? We choose vegan. We choose Arkansas Black apples and Lindt chocolate. We choose saffron.
But most Americans aren’t even at liberty to choose vegetarian because they don’t have any cultural support for that choice. You can’t become vegetarian without a big chunk of knowledge, a decent amount of free time, and a healthy helping of confidence or social support. Many American’s don’t have time to spend with their children, let alone time to spend making seitan from scratch.
And so I’m starting to think that when I’m choosing between squash gnocchi and provencal tomatoes stuffed with herbed rice, maybe there’s a third choice, which is choosing to devote my energy to giving some of these choices to people who don’t have them.
But I’m not entirely sure what that means. I’ve been thinking about trying to implement dinner coop in such a way that it can benefit people with fewer resources, instead of just us rich college kids. And in my dietary changes, I’m always thinking “how can I make this cheaper?” and “how can I make this easier?” with the hope that maybe someday I can write a book that will help people eat healthier and more ethically, even if they have no money and no time.
And this mirrors my experiences as a feminist man. I can choose to go for a run alone after midnight. I can choose to look disheveled every day. I can choose to be outspoken without fearing that I’ll lose respect. I can choose to be sexualized, and I can choose not to be. And in many scenarios, many women don’t have those choices.
Does that create an obligation? I kind of feel like it does.







