I’m not saying I hate you, but I really hope you bite into a raisin cookie thinking it’s chocolate chip.
"For the record, I don’t have “food politics.” I also do not have “lifestyle politics.” I could care less WHAT anyone eats. I don’t give a fuck WHAT anyone wears. I have animal liberation politics, I care about WHO is eaten by whom, and WHO gets treated as fabric. If I seem pissed off at your minimizing of my concerns it’s because you act like my anger is directed at you choosing Coke instead of Pepsi, or wearing neon instead of pastels. No, my anger is about you choosing to imprison, torture, and kill someone so you can eat a burger or have cool boots."
— I was going through some old zines and found this on an unfinished letter that I must have written back in ‘98 or ‘99. It was addressed to a social ecologist kid I knew that also once referred to feminism as “pantie politics,” so at least he was an equal opportunity asshole. (via angry-hippo)