DH works with a guy that is married to a vegetarian. When he told me this I was excited because maybe we could make friends and hang out sometime. Then I found out they had kids... scratch that.
But now we have a kid and can hang out with the fertile world. Yay! (Conformity was the whole point of procreating, of course.)
They invited us to their house for a barbecue today. How awesome would it be to go to a barbecue as a vegetarian and know that you will have something to eat because one of the hosts is a vegetarian too?!
But we declined. There are actually a couple of reasons that we declined, but one is that the vegetarian wife is also a nutritionist. (note: This was very far down the list of reasons we declined.)
Vegetarians are a mixed bunch, each of us deciding our dietary guidelines for a number of personal reasons. Since the wife is a nutritionist, I'm ASSuming that she's a veggie for 'health' reasons. That might mean that she thinks it's okay for vegetarian food to share real estate with meat on a grill or platter. If she doesn't share the same paranoia about meat that I do it could be bad for finding something to eat.
I don't like hanging out with other vegetarians because I'm worried I won't be 'vegetarian enough' (or vice versa). I know that sounds silly, but there are so many different takes on vegetarianism that you can't just assume that people that say they are vegetarian are your kind of vegetarian. I bet even vegans have this problem.
And I hate it when I encounter veggies that wear their diet like a halo. I don't think dietary preferences should make you feel superior to someone else. Having stricter preferences than someone else doesn't give you a right rub it in other people's faces, but sometimes it comes off that way unintentionally. My diet beliefs have always been a religion for me, meaning that I take my preferences as seriously as a person takes their religion. So if you offer me something and I turn it down, it's not personal, but I just have to be true to myself. And sometimes this makes me look like an asshole. I don't not believe when in Rome....
Any other vegetarians out there know what I'm talking about?
I was in a new club environmentalism club in college. The sponsor brought a giant pepperoni pizza to the first club meeting and sat it down in front of us. The 6 or so of us all just stared at him. Finally, one guy grabbed a piece and picked off the pepperonis. We were all vegetarians or vegan. Most of us lay somewhere in the ovo-lacto spectrum of the scale. The kid that picked off the pepperoni actually would eat meat if he hunted and killed it himself. I guess we were in a different part of the hippie* spectrum than the sponsor.
*I use the word hippie a lot, but I always mean it in a loving, but tongue in cheek kind of way.