This Vegan Thing Is Getting Out of Hand

I can almost see threatening a stranger who is cooking meat if you're a vegan, or some non-Italian if you're a leftist who thinks they're guilty of cultural appropriation, but your own mother for making the sauce you were raised on?
The meaty dish, ragù, is an Italian staple, but it was enough to set off a massive disturbance that ended with the mother being threatened with a kitchen knife by her vegan daughter, an Italian court heard.

The daughter told a court she’d long had “no sensory nor olfactory contact” with animal products before she went back to living with her mother.

Frustrated by the smell of meat sauce simmering for hours in their small apartment, the vegan woman grabbed a knife and threatened her mother.

“If you won’t stop on your own then I’ll make you stop. Quit making ragù, or I’ll stab you in the stomach,” she said, according to the mum’s civil complaint.
I might have to make some tonight myself, in appropriational solidarity.

5 comments:

E Hines said...

Speaking of cultural appropriation, where's the hue and cry over those caravan thugs trying to culturally appropriate our American dream?

As for the pseudo-daughter, she's an example of the self-centeredness of the Left.

Eric Hines

douglas said...

Troll level of the mother- Demi-god

Texan99 said...

But you have to respect the daughter's commitment to eschewing violence to any living creature.

This is NOT about her moral preening or insistence on getting her way at the expense of everyone around her. It's about KINDNESS, dagnabbit.

Food rituals are a potent social weapon. You can clothe the naked exercise of power in religion, hygiene, politics--the possibilities are endless.

MikeD said...

I just read that and thought, "well, the daughter just made a perfect case for not letting her live in the mother's house anymore." Kick her sorry butt out, if she doesn't like living with a meat-eater.

Texan99 said...

No kidding. It amazes me when people expect others to cook for them, and then complain about the menu. That's part of what makes me assume this is about rage and control: it's no accident it was her own mother she couldn't manage her temper about. Who else do you insist on living with while remaining murderously angry, but family of some kind?