Long before I ever became vegetarian, I found myself dating one of them. Yes, one of “them,” because where I come from, vegetarians are quite another group altogether.

We went out for dinner a few times and on these occasions we’d get into deep discussions about vegetarianism. I’d never given it any serious consideration because I knew man was supposed to eat animals. I knew we needed to, I knew we always had, and I knew no other way.

She had only recently become vegetarian for ethical reasons, and so she didn’t have enough scientific argument to satisfy me. It was this ignorance of ours that I attacked, compelled by my duty as an omnivore to ensure the status quo. I brought up the obvious physiological construct of human beings, such as our dental structure and the predatory position of our eyes. I brought up the food chain, nutrition, and anything else I could think of. Anything else I’d been told.

Now, of course, many years later, I understand the flaws of these arguments; the facts do not support them. And I wonder today if I’d’ve heard all this from her, would things have gone differently? Would I have been open to it or would I have argued against it anyway? It is in this memory that I look back to to understand the resistance to information that conflicts with all we’ve known. Truth can be scary. We worry about how it will affect us. But that doesn’t make it any less true.