Munchy, crunchy cicadas and crickets =P! You know in the situation you're talking it's a processing of organic ingredients. Which is way different (and actually pretty healthy) as compared to things like the fire-retardant I just saw them pulling out of sodas in the US (thanks PieFed!). Fruitarians I've met have always been peaceful souls but you've got to be careful because I am not entire sure about the balance of the meal. It's why I get the concept behind a majority plant-based diet as a whole. Because vegetables seem to be the simplest way to shovel nutrients and fiber down your gullet. But I will also say, and idgaf what anyone else says - it's freakin' HARD to keep up on your protein. And likewise, it's really easy to miss the mark on certain things. Like I bleed like a stuck pig on my period (whee!) and getting my iron back no matter how much kale I shove into my face always seems like an uphill battle. I was actually medically advised to be omni, and that's where I am sitting even though my grumpy cheating ass always peddles back. (Just don't tell nobody). But I will eat chicken sometimes (sigh) and I will be like - oh okay - this is why humans eat meat protein. So they can have puppy power, I get it now.

But most days I am just shoving piles of beans down my throat and smiling like a fiend because eating meat literally makes me gag...which I think you might be talking about right there =P! I often wonder (and worry) about how many dystopian science fiction theories are going to come true. Because universally, across our societies - once we left bands and tribes - we really stopped being egalitarian in form. And instead became something far worse and exploitative. And I am worried (and yes I know we've always been exploitative of people in other countries and to some extent) that capitalism isn't going to stop until the human spirit is demolished.

That was fun food for thought at the bottom there, it's got me cheesin' over here! By the by, my mom is in a vegan food cult (as I calls it) - and so I get it. My mom won't touch a damn thing unless it's like next-level "clean."