Oh my blog ‘o’ sphere friends, I must step in to pour salty precipitation on the icy, peanut butter chocolate parade that I see marching proudly across my social media feeds. In doing so I prepare to be struck, violently, from Christmas card lists. From follower lists. From RSS feeds. So it must be.
In reality, I have no desire to offend; no more or less than the next vegan, whose very existence is so frequently a threat to the status quo. As I’ve mused before now, ethical consumption is unavoidably a sliding scale, one that we all navigate with greater or less degrees of both awareness and intent. There are many valid reasons why consistently living and consuming at the ‘extremely ethical’ end of this scale can be difficult: money, time, mental health issues, socio-economic deprivation, lack of cooking skills, etc., etc.
But as sure as tweets prefaced with “unpopular opinion” are unlikely to be just that, and as sure as my cynic’s heart is black, I can say assuredly that ethical consumption can be (and is) at once much more and sometimes much less complicated than it seems.