I guess it was kind of obvious I was going to one day be un-vegan long before I even started eating cheese again. It was the boots, you see.
I’ve always had conflicts within the vegetarian thing. For the first couple years, I ate plenty of Morningstar and the rest of it, fake cheese even, before I started to wonder what the point was. I mean, part of the reason (actually most of the reason) I was vegetarian was to save the environment, and then here I was buying individually wrapped preservative laden fake chicken patties? What the hell is the sense in that?
So I stopped eating the processed meat stuff and eventually I stopped eating tofu except every once in a while to make fake ricotta for lasagna, and I guess sometimes when out at restaurants because fried tofu at Thai restaurants is pretty awesome. This became exceptionally easy once I moved here and had oodles of fresh vegetables at my fingertips. So many that I still to this day end up composting a lot because I can’t get through them fast enough (curses! living alone!).
Anyway there is not a lot of sense in veganism (from an environmental standpoint) other than that factory farming sucks and should stop, like, right at this second, and I don’t want to hear any excuses. But factory farming grain (which includes soybeans) to make tofu doesn’t make any sense either. Additionally, there are the boots. I wear boots. I love boots, I really do. But I also beat the shit out of any pair of shoes I wear. There was a time that I was going through one or two pairs of sandals every single summer because I wouldn’t buy the leather ones, given that they were made from dead cows, and was instead buying cheap plasticy faux leather ones that would fall apart by the end of the summer. These could not hold up to my persistent abuse.
It was the same with boots. It’s one thing to use plastic for boots that are obviously not intended for daily use, such as the pleather-ish knee high pair I have with the four inch heels. Those are fine to make with fake materials. But regular, I am tramping around in the mud and trying to keep my feet dry boots? It’s ridiculous to attempt to make that kind of boot with “vegan” materials. They would never last, and eventually you are given the choice between buying a new pair of plastic boots each year (and throwing the old ones away, to be incinerated or landfilled) or breaking down and buying leather.
I first cracked with my field boots. I rode horses, I was on the riding team, and no way could I be out there riding on a daily basis in fake leather field boots. Besides, all of the tack was leather. I conveniently ignored this fact and went about my business. But then I had to buy a good pair of riding boots, for competitions, and my snobby image obsessed coach required us to wear Ariats. For those of you who have never ventured into the riding world, this is like buying a really good car. I actually don’t know enough about cars to accurately make a comparison, but maybe like a good Mercedes or something but not the most expensive sports car that they carry. They’re really good boots, let’s just say that, and tailor made, and expensive as hell. They fit like a glove and you cannot pull them off single handedly, you need help. They are amazing. And if they were made in anything BUT leather, you would absolutely kill your calves. The leather protects against wear (from the saddle on the inside of your legs) and is still flexible enough to allow you to move properly in them. When I went to buy these boots, however, I balked. They were leather. They were very expensive leather. And I was a vegan. I was not supposed to wear leather. But I had to have these boots, or I wouldn’t be allowed on the team (or allowed to compete, to be specific).
And so I bought them. I still pull them out and try them on every once in a while, even though I don’t ride ever because I can’t afford it, but I am holding on to them because they aren’t going to fit anyone else as perfectly as they fit me and I am holding out hope that one day I will find a place to ride where I can do mending or something in exchange and therefore will be able to afford it (and will also have the time for it).
And now I have my Renn boots. I got these this past fall at the Renaissance Festival, where I annually work, because standing on your feet for ten hours a day does a number on your feet, and your legs, and your back, especially if you are wearing shitty shoes. So I got sturdy hardcore leather boots with a steel shank and OH MY GOD are they comfortable. I was wearing them this morning and enjoying the sound they made as I tramped around- something like wearing high heels, except they are big steel reinforced boots. And I was thinking, as I tramped around listening to the sound of my boots, and reflecting on how wonderful and comfortable they are, that leather is a really great thing to make boots out of. It just makes sense. And for me, sense will always win out over dogmatic insistence. My vegan-dom never stood a chance against the simple logic that boots should be made out of something that worked well with the purpose of the boot, and especially something that lasted just about forever.
Though then again, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe it was obvious that I was never going to stay vegan when I was riding horses. Wouldn’t that technically be against the vegan ethic? Using horses for human purposes? So maybe it wasn’t the boots after all. It was my love of riding, of being outside and the relationship you build with the horse.
And now I’m starting to realize you do the same thing with the cow that one day becomes your dinner, as strange as it may seem.