Okay, I have to leave for class now but will have a coherent answer to the vegetarian question when I get home. It has to do with an ideological restructuring of household duties such that the barbecue, cooking with fire, and meat become men’s domains…..
Yes, except that the chapter in the book is called something like “being the vegetarian at the BBQ”, a situation that I, a feminist, do not face, though when I did face it, it was not as a feminist, but as a vegetarian. It seems there is an assumption that the “good” feminist is a vegetarian and faces all kinds of anti-vegetarian oppression as part of her feminism. While I understand why many vegetarian feminists attempt to associate feminism and vegetarianism, I reject their reasoning.
I have no problems with vegetarianism, mind you, and have been trying to be more conscientious about my own meat consumption. I just reject the notion that the good feminist is by default vegetarian.
Re: cat-loving vegetarians:
I find it odd when vegetarians love cats. The cat is an obligate carnivore and must eat other animals. The idea of not wanting people to consume meat yet considering it OK to be a consumer of meat for the purpose of feeding it to one’s domestic recreational animal* seems very strange to me. And while I understand that most of us live in a state of many contradictions, it’s the bizarrely strong link between vegetarianism and cat-owning that puzzles me.
*I love my cats, but I do know that Felis catus is the opposite of endangered, and cats are, for most people in those wealthy societies in which dogmatic vegetarianism flourishes, a luxury and an entertainment.