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An Open Letter to Myself As A Young Vegan Activist…
December 3, 2020
Hey, kid —
It’s 1995 and you’re a new vegan. Way to go! High fives all around. You could probably wear fewer butterfly clips and should definitely stop plucking your eyebrows to death but, hey, it’s 1995 and you’re on a good path. (Otherwise.)
What’s interesting is that you will only realize that things are kind of rough for vegans in retrospect, from me sitting at my laptop and writing this in 2020 (don’t freaking ask me about this year), because in 1995, you’re so full of zeal and you also don’t have the foresight to know what’s coming around the bend. I don’t want to spend too much time telling you about the future because it’s not all that relevant to this letter but I will tell you that things are going to get dramatically better with regard to vegan food, both quality and availability. That cheese you’re eating in 1995 is scary — you can stop pretending otherwise, we both know it’s true, the sooner you give up the ghost, the better — and if you’re really smart, you’ll start experimenting with cashews but this is all to say that things get so much better, not that it would matter that much to you.
What’s important for me to express, though, is not that there is amazing vegan cheese with your name on it in, oh, about 20 years (you’ll just have to hang on) but…
