(If the title of this page reminded you of Bob Loblaw, you win a thousand cool points.)
I love my little corner of the interwebs. And grown-up Me keeps the stuff I love CLEAN.
(This is different from college/teenage/preteen/child/toddler/infant me, who would make sure every conceivable item in my vicinity was either on the floor, under the bed, and definitely nowhere NEAR the hamper or garbage can.)
In my little E-Cave I can use sentence fragments. Comma splices. I may occasionally dangle a participle. I can do and say whatever I please, because when it comes to output, there are no rules.
But I DO get to choose the input, and what comments wiggle through my filter. Thus, I keep my blog clean by following a few rules:
- I don’t approve commenters who are selling Viagra or who need me to send money to the Nigerian Prince.
- I don’t approve commenters who seem unwilling to – or uninterested in – participating in a generally agreeable and respectful exchange.
- I don’t engage in debates that are clearly colored by over-steeping in commercial diet methodologies – the SAD, Weight Watchers, Oprah’s Next Big Fat Diet Failure, AIM (Anything In Moderation), or The Hollywood Cookie Diet. Whatever they told you, they just did it to make money.
- I don’t allow personal attacks.
- I love answering questions; I even relish being corrected, called out, or offered a well-researched alternative view.
-I don’t care to debate the efficacy/morality of a Primal diet with angry (or happy, or hungry) “Vegs” of any kind. While I feel it makes sense to nourish oneself with an eye toward the excellent physical and spiritual health enjoyed by “Primitive” and “Non-Westernized” cultures (as thoroughly documented by Weston A. Price), and to extrapolate that “traditional diet” mentality across the scope of several million years of human development, I think the vibrant, thriving, reproducing (infertility epidemic, anyone?) Primal community is proof enough. I’m not trying to prove anybody else wrong. I just enjoy talking about why I am, in general, Right. (Why do you think I got MARRIED? Because being right RULES!)
I also think that the Primal community’s support of sustainable agriculture and biologically appropriate, organic farming is incredibly enlightened, ethical, self-aware and thoughtful. I never truly lived gratefully until I connected with my food in this manner. It surpasses the MIM TV (Meat is Murder Tunnel Vision) and places us squarely where we belong – as both better stewards of and participators in the brilliantly designed circle of Nature. Regardless, since morality is philosophical and science is physiological, I don’t believe we need to debate. We just won’t connect – on the science or the ethics – and it’s a waste of time. I waste enough time rambling on this blog; thus, I don’t care to blowhard any further.
Also, I think you’re an evil martian and don’t want you to suck my brains out with a straw.
…Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about THAT. (Hilarious Cannibalism-Veganism joke! Guffaw!)
The point is, I don’t hassle Vegan bloggers because I don’t care. I appreciate Free Will and your right to dislike my way of life, as well as your right to find Perfect Health or Declining Health or Athletic Performance or Self Satisfaction via whichever consumption pattern you choose. I have a right to ignore you, and you can ignore me as well. In fact, I encourage that.
So if you’re being combative, incendiary, or a ButtFace, you won’t get “Approved” here. ‘Cause it’s my blog, and I’m the boss. Suck it.
Oh, and one more Rule: Stop, Drop, and Roll.