Let it be known that I am not a fan of the Soccer World Championship, or, for that matter, of watching soccer or any other sport in general. But, as a cultural phenomenon, it piqued my interest, in one certain point: The Vuvuzela. This South African Trumpet is apparently a nuisance for the players, the watchers, the referees and everyone else and their granny. There are even instructions to change your TVs settings to blend it out a little. And of course, there are the comments – for example this one:
Now, I don’t care about these instruments one way or another, but I find the hypocrisy very amusing – the cultures of the world are guests in a friendly sporting match, and justifying the general hobnob with „relationships amongst the people of the world“ and so forth. I dare say that out of a thousand people watching only one percent are actually soccer fans. But, lets say they are fans, and not some lemmings who stampede. Then why, dear readers, are these smug bastards complaining about their hosts after the second game? Isn’t that the Everest of Hypocrisy tho tell „We will all get together, in friendship“ and then expect everyone to behave just like they do at your home? And if it is so annoying, that you have to be a smug bastard about it, wouldn’t it be easier to turn the fucking match of?
I recall the comments on „these people down here“ and their „annoying customs“ from other people – when the word „South African“ was spelled with an N. I suppose these allegations will earn me a few unkind words as in regard to my character … well, do that in the comments. But what’s a little critique on customs, in a sporting match, eh , chaps?
Additional thoughts from someone else „Vuvuzela ist auch nur Fangegröle„
Some time ago I had a discussion about „healthy life“, so to speak. It wasn’t really a discussion – it was a match of cliches and who – if any – gave up first. One of the topics I most strongly disagreed on was the „vegan lifestyle“. After a bit of tracing out, we came to a working definition of vegan food (and even I know that there are many, and in my opinion they all have one thing in common, which I will tell you further down the article).
„Living without eating animals or things produced by animals. So, every fruit, plant, nut, oil and spice and everything that is not made by animals in the widest definition (including bacteria and mushrooms) or has animal products in it, is fair game.“
And, quite shocking, after a rather short discussion – which only lasted about 20 Minutes, I have to admit, I was floored, down for the count, dumbstruck and so forth. Not by the arguments, but by a simple question: „It isn’t hard to do, It doesn’t require prepartion, but you haven’t done it. Why not? “
Well, that stung.
Quite a bit actually, and therefore: „Science ahead!“ I became a vegan, for the forseeable future, or what I thought would be the forseeable future at this time. For two weeks I lived completley without any „animal intake“ whatsover. I certainly am not an advocate of the daily pig, but as a former baker and notorious eater and food-adventurer I actually know a thing or two about food, and what’s in it.
As one of many examples: pretzels (ger: Brezen) containing animal fat – namly lard – to make the dough more stabile and the pores within finer. So, in my vegan live, no pretzels. And no eggs, milk, meat, cheese, yoghurt, sausages,butter or anything contasining animal fats…
After two weeks into it – and remarkably, I stayed with it, because (self-analysis ahead, skip this next sentence if you just don’t care, which would be completly understandable and quite literaly the sensibel thing to do) I didn’t tell anyone about it. Usually I motivate myself for almost anything by sharing the enthusisatic beginning and rely on my friends to carry with a little nagging, once the initial burst is over. Sometimes that inital burst lasts only to the end of telling the intention, but when you got awesome friends (like I do 🙂 ), you get stuff done, inspite of it.
So, 2 weeks „concious“ living, and I took an settlement of accounting. And please, read this niow, if nothing else, because here comes the truth:
BEING VEGAN SUCKS.
So, I been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Next person to tell me a vegan or strict vegetarian lifestyle is „good for you“ will get a hearty laugh, a slap on the back and a lolly, shortly before being sent out to play, and let the grown-ups talk. So, one finding of that time and I’ll get down from my pedestial.