Is that a quote from The Lion King? Or is it The Jungle Book? Maybe it’s from Patch Adams. Or The Deer Hunter. I dunno.
In any case, I realize that I’ve been on a slight slant toward the sardonic lately. My Intolerant Omnivore post received some of the highest traffic of all September; and I’ve been having a bit of a Tease-a-Vegan field day on the page (seriously, though…you can’t call something “soyrizo” and not expect some ribbing). While I’m not the only one who’s feeling a little sauced saucy these days, I AM the only one who’s not being productive about it. Shame on me.
Diane of Balanced Bites recently released her tome on Dr. Blahs Oz, and Robb Wolf even waxed a little sharp last month. But these are two people who are willing to not just call a SADder out, but provide a full deconstruction of what’s wrong in order to help illuminate atruth that’s being ignored (deliberately, it seems). And what have I been doing? Making fun of gift cards that say “Soy to the World.”
I mean, I’m no Robb Wolf . I’m no Diane or Kurt or Chris or Chris or Nora or Mark or . But now and then I reach somebody, as do all of us Real Food Footsoldiers, and I think I could be doing better.
I don’t think most “Paleos” and “Primalites” are overly fixated on the “opposing viewpoints.” But I do think our utter irritation with misguided dietary dogma is a product of a quickening uptick in this movement’s momentum. We’re beginning to truly feel the earth-changing potential of these Food Truths we’ve discovered – the realities behind true sustainability, personal responsibility, and individual health. We’re starting to stand in our power, and we’re fearlessly – rather than apologetically – stating our case with the full cooperation of Emerging Science.
I made a point during the Balanced Bites podcast last week that there is extraordinary opportunity for mainstream change within the concepts of – and emerging research about – pasture-based farming. The whole idea of local polyculture and the inherent soil richening that occurs as a result is an open door for SAD practitioners to shed their meat-and-fat phobias without having to admit they were wrong. They can simply jump on the train of a “new discovery” and pimp it as if they’d been there since the beginning. They can play it as if it were a “revolutionary new concept.” (A great side benefit: They can stop killing people!)
Given my above statement, I found some encouragement in this article that a dear friend shared with me. Yes, there’s a range of standard, industry-driven grainophilia and sat-fatphobia; but at the very end, there’s an encouraging little paragraph on Grass-fed beef. I’m choosing to enjoy that little victory.
So that’s my most recent “find the positive” contribution. (Laced, of course, with a little cynicism. Hey, I didn’t get a lobotomy!)