Yes, but now consider the state of the ladies in the OP who have tomatoes.

Insanity lies beyond the crisis

(actually love tomatoes, but may be faintly deranged also)

The devil’s lettuce

As soon as I saw that this was French, I knew precisely what I was going to be seeing.

Adorable. And the music was cute.

Aye, but let’s not reduce plant-based lives to a few leaves of bare iceberg lettuce with occasional cherry tomato.

Rejecting animal exploitation is glorious in itself, and (handful of very rare medical conditions excepting), requires no diminution in sustenance, deliciousness, sensuality & social aspects.

None of these images are lifted from ads or articles promoting steps toward an ever more ethical lifestyle, and if they were they’d be so unsustainable as to be counterproductive. They’re just pushing more capitalism via dodgy beauty standards of the ruling class (with hefty side helping of “you tried that juice fast that one time to get into that dress, you couldn’t possibly go vegan, here’s some nice dead bullock instead, and lashings of drugs & cosmetics tested on animals to mitigate the toll which eaten animal fats take on your body”)

Vegans are as prone to the ease of junky food as everyone else, but let’s not pretend that we’re on undressed fucking lettuce & about it. Though I suppose I too would be cackling mirthlessly about it if I were, whether in a hide-the-pain-Harold way, or more likely, paradoxical euphoria from lack of nutrients & dopamine in the brain.