I don’t know where this will go exactly, but here comes a rant. Going out on a scary limb here, but liking it. Boo hoo, poor me, the snobs have hurt my feelings again…
I’ll admit it, I’m uncool
I’m not in the slightest bit hip, never have been. You knew that already? Darn you! Oh, I tried once upon a time to be cool and hot (wtf?)…shopped at the Gap, tried to get the “look,” the valley/surfer girl accent, the irreverent attitude, the frightening ability to quietly but firmly exclude the uncool from my little circle of vegan hipsters. This was back in the 1980s and we were a small circle of newbies to the elitist thing and feeling that euphoria…at least I was, for a short time anyways.
But no. Suffice it to say, I failed at hipness. I simply am not cool. I’m just me, a flawed product of a lifetime of experiences unique to myself…as are we all. Additionally, I’m a loner by nature, quiet, don’t like to talk except for one-on-one, and have to force myself to be in the company of others. Purely social gatherings of people disturb me, I can’t cope with that. My inner peace comes from being alone, or with animals, or with people 100% trusted to be on my side and I on theirs, and that doesn’t come easy.
Now, what does it mean to be “cool”?
Well, remember the select group of more attractive, edgy kids from middle- and high-school who had just the right amount of goodness to be loved by all, yet just the right amount of badness to be feared by many? Mentally healthy enough to love themselves, yet enough rebel-without-a-cause in them to do dangerous things yet never enough to do real harm? You know the ones. My childhood best friend Jan became one of them after escaping my dweeby influence and going to high school in another town. Perhaps you, dear reader, were or are one of them.
They’re the self-assured ones who have a knack for wearing clothes well, always looking sexy, despite possibly being poor. The ones who knew at an instant that insecure dweebs like myself were simply…not of their kind…and would quietly but firmly exclude me from their company forever and ever till the end of time. Sure, occasionally one would take a liking to quiet little Laura and take me under her hipster wing for awhile…until firmly scolded by other elitists (in some exclusive meeting place where their rules were enacted and enforced?) and warned that her coolness may be irreparably harmed by such dalliances with a chubby mousy girl.
And then there’s the uncool, like this great old lady…
Or maybe she’s actually an old hipster herself, hah. Not me though; I was almost pathologically quiet growing up; unassuming, dressed to be ignored most of the time. I never got away with boldness, except in my home neighborhood with close childhood friends (i.e. Jan mentioned earlier and a few others). I had my cool moments, but knew instinctively that I was treading in uncharted territory…so unworthy! Hehe. And when on occasion I might try to look or be a bit “edgy” by extra makeup or whatever, I was smiled at knowingly and asked who I was trying to impress, by other uncool girls, yet who were cooler than me, which wasn’t saying much.
I rather consider myself a dork, or a nerd without the typical nerd smarts. A square peg. But I do finally love myself, after so many years of self-doubt and self-abuse. Sure I still have self-doubt and allow others to walk all over me at times, but after a point I say no more! I won’t get into my childhood here, except to say that when one’s parents come to seriously despise each other, one can end up feeling like a sorry mistake, like someone who should never have been born. Cheery, isn’t this?
So what’s the point of this rant?
Beats me. Anyhow, now you have the background on why I’m ultra-sensitive to this exclusionary “cool” thing where certain people let others know that we’re not to attempt association with them, not now, not ever! And yes this exists very much in the vegan community. Which is surprising and disturbing, and needs to be addressed by the too-cool ones themselves. Get this out there, let the BS hit the fan, and become truly improved people. Accept and love all ethical vegans, warts and all. Life is hard and heartbreaking enough without such nonsense as blatant snobbery against good kind people who are different.
Online you can see what I’m talking about in youtube channels and other social media sites that are moderately to extremely popular where loads of people come to express their devotion to vegan royalty who can do no wrong. Any uncool vegan who dares question anything an elite one says is either conspicuously ignored or quickly corrected by some White Knight assuming the duty of guarding royalty against assault by the lowly. I don’t need to describe it more here…it’s best to witness it first hand to get the full picture. Or maybe I’m the only one experiencing this…hah, that would be typical.
The downside for some of our beloved royals
One irony, or caveat of sorts, is that some of the more controversial coolest of cool ones get a lot of vicious hatred hurled at them from people opposed to vegan lifestyles, which is entirely wrong and unjust even if it does knock some people off their towering pedestals at times.
That’s why some hipster vegans thoroughly thwart all attacks by being nothing but “love” machines, knowing exactly how to avoid pushing buttons of people likely to attack. Such cool ones strictly avoid all mention of any animal abuse or any arguments as being “gross” or just not to be done, as such negativity is strictly forbidden in their blissfully cool worlds. When what they’re actually doing is avoiding the important issues, to protect their own fine-tuned egos.
But certain “bosses” are far too cool to be hurt by such attacks, and good for them, I say, as that knocking down is being done by the wrong people…meat advocates! They absolutely love coming to popular vegan channels and hurling vicious insults…some seem to have that as their main hobby in life. So dweebs like me can end up butting in to defend vegan royalty against such attacks. But alas, our participation is unwanted and largely ignored, for our uncoolness simply drips off the page. Or maybe it’s just me…this “we” I speak of may be another delusion.
More me, me, me, ugh…
LOL, Sammy Davis Jr.’s I Gotta Be Me keeps going through my head:
Ah well, life as a reject, I know it well, and have learned to enjoy it somewhat nonetheless. I love me, even through the self-hate, as I’ve done some idiotic, coldhearted things in life that I deserve a good beating for, from those I wronged. Their forgiveness would mean everything to me. Despite the pain it brings, I’ve become 100% honest with myself, and that is not a task for wimps. Getting old ain’t for wimps either… trust me. Enough digression for you?
Okay, back to topic…
So to all you snobby vegans, usually of the raw “fruit festival” and 1% body-fat super-fit athletic crowd who consider yourselves “bosses,” I’ll say directly: Screw you.
You’re not too cool for me nor for anyone else. You need to get over yourselves and shove your snobbery where the sun don’t shine.
My spirit may well shine above yours for all we know, as this Earthly existence is an infinitesimal blip in this universe. But I still love you and appreciate your being vegan for the animals and would defend you against attack (even when my butting in isn’t appreciated) much as I would an estranged family member, and they would for me as well. I wish you and your loved ones, including animals, nothing but the best and for you to be safe and live long and prosper and have lots of good influence over this world. Since these guys…not my battered little ego nor your highly inflated one…are the ones who matter:
UPDATE 3/1/15: About the Greg Gutfeld “Not Cool” book cover earlier used as image above, where the quote about snobbery is now; I’d used the Gutfeld image knowing nothing about him, just liked the title. But he MIGHT be one of those conservatives I cannot stand (although I don’t know), who loves dominion over animals and hates animal rights people, so I removed it…don’t really care to look into him more, have had my fill of the vile Palins/Coulters/Nugents of this world long ago, even though I’m conservative but not very political. Animals are my main concern in life, having learned what I know.