Last month when I disclosed my prejudice against vegan guys, hackles were raised in the comments section about the manly men who love poon as much as they love quinoa. Well today's NY Times "Thursday Styles" section profiles one Johnny Diablo, who has made a career out of combining poon and quinoa: he opened a strip-club-cum Vegan restaurant in Portland, Oregon, called Casa Diablo Gentlemen's Club, where the strippers wear pleather! Local feminists (of which there are many) have been less than pleased. One "feminazi" as Mr. Diablo calls them, "came in here once. I could tell she had an attitude right when she came in. She was all hostile." But Mr. Diablo's not the only one using the female form to sell an animal rights agenda — Pam Anderson has been posing in her skivvies for PETA for a while now, and in L.A. there's a Pussycat Dolls-ish group called Vegan Vixens — and many vegan activists are wondering whether it is contradictory to use women as meat when you're anti-using animals for meat.
Times writer Kara Jesella notes that many '70s feminists even used the phrase "I don't want to be a piece of meat. I'm not going to eat a piece of meat," as a rallying cry.
But, if vegan activists are speaking out about not eating meat for environmental reasons, should they be happy that more alpha males are eschewing steak because they see scantily clad women promoting that lifestyle? Despite their beliefs about sexual objectification? The question boils down to: do the means justify the ends? And speaking of ends, the appeal of veganism to the heterosexual bore might not be very strong in the first place: Johnny Diablo has already put his Gentleman's club up for sale because of poor attendance.
The Carrot Some Vegans Deplore [New York Times]