Refinery29By Leeann Duggan, Refinery29
Guys, I have a confession: I was a vegetarian for 17 years, but I didn't do it for the animals. In fact, the Wilburs, Bessies, Babes, and all the other adorably long-lashed barnyard denizens were the furthest thing from my mind. Nope, I became vegetarian for one man, and one man only - Morrissey.
At 15, I was deep, deep in the throes of my love for the high priest of misery. I bought Morrissey glasses, which was harder to do in the pre-Warby early '90s, when the only specs you could find were the bookish wire frames that are big in Bushwick these days. I talked like Morrissey, convinced I wielded his Wildean wit whenever I hurled "vulgar" at the popular girls' backs. I listened to Patti Smith and Sparks records (let's just say I wasn't really ready for Patti at 15). So, the first time I heard The Smiths' queasy ode to anti-vivisection "Meat Is Murder," I was instantly changed. "If Morrissey's a vegetarian, I'll be a vegetarian, too," I thought. And so Read More »from Confessions of a Former Vegetarian