— defined by others (i.e. often passive recipients of the category)
— unnatural arc, so who would make this stuff up?
— untimely demise — averting being wrinkled, old, or unlovely
— they die so that we may live, especially the meat
— frequently male, for some ungodly reason — but that’s okay with me.
— post-mortem rave reviews (in both senses of the word)
— etc. etc. etc.
This is what I get for reading Gershom Scholem’s Sabbatei Sevi: The Mystical Messiah at the same time as reading edible brooklyn: the good meat issue. The parallels have been uncanny.
Rant, rant. And not a rave in sight.
I find it curious that I became a vegetarian (again) on October 25th, 2010 on the first yahrtzeit of the tzaddik’s death. And I’ve been thinking what the connection might be. Haven’t come up with anything that sounds more profound than trite, yet. But there it is. Sometimes, we’ve just had enough of death and don’t want to be party to it more than we can bear.
Sure, why not that?
Perhaps my association with vegetarians is that they do less harm than others. But I also think they’re missing something really really tasty. But they’ve decided to give it up.
Just say no, right? We’ll see if righteousness and abstinence are really what they’re cracked up to be. But as for me, I’ve tossed edible brooklyn meat issue across the room in favor of Sabbatai Sevi.