I mentioned yesterday that I was reading a book called “Little Women Next Door”. As a Louisa May Alcott fan, I understandably found fascination in the premise, which was that of a fictitious girl befriending the author when they were young. In the book, it is shown how the Alcotts and their group lived as Consociates guided by the philosophy of Transcendentalism. These Consociates were vegetarian – they didn’t consume or wear anything that was from animals (qualification: they were still trying to find a substitute for leather shoes). Even in my previous attempts to be vegetarian, I had no intention of going that far. I’m a big fan of dairy and I’m fine with wool since the animals don’t have to die to share those products with us. That’s just me though. I can understand how others may find their conscience exacting more from them. The last time I tried becoming an ovo-lacto-pesco-vegetarian, I got married to a carnivore and forgot about the attempt. It’s not that it’s impossible for vegetarians and meat lovers to co-habitate. I suppose my conviction just wasn’t that strong. Also, I was too lazy to deal with the considerations. It would be ideal for partners to share the same principles of diet – less complicated that way, for one – but that’s not always the case. For the single vegetarians, a good place to look for kindred is through vegetarian dating. That way, they know that they couldn’t use their mates (like me) as an excuse for having their eating beliefs compromised.