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Some of my food rules...
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dakiwiboid From: dakiwiboid Date: March 2nd, 2010 03:06 pm (UTC) (Link)

Truer words were never spoken

Thank you for your kind attention to your guests' needs. Your guests should certainly show you consideration in return.

This particular rule struck my eye quite distinctly: "It is not okay to pester someone else about their dietary needs or choices." I once had a young person sit down next to me at a large outdoor potluck and start lecturing me about the fact that I was eating meat. I let her go for a minute or so, asked her if it was her first visit to the venue, and then told her that if the hosts of the gathering heard her talking in that way, she'd get a sterb warning about her behavior. Then I told her that nobody likes a missionary, turned my back on her, and went on with my lunch.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: March 2nd, 2010 05:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Truer words were never spoken

*chuckle* You were nicer than I probably would have been. I have vegetarian friends, who understand that their choices are personal to them, and don't pester other people. Anyone who rags me about what I'm eating is treading on thin ice over shark-infested waters. Usually what happens is my Wolf totem wakes up, sniffs around and finds the militant vegetarian's cute little Rabbit or Squirrel or Deer totem ... who goes "AAAHH! It's a Wolf! We're all gonna DIE! Run away, run away!" And the out-loud conversation is soon over. Sometimes I don't even have to say anything, just look at them.
kestrels_nest From: kestrels_nest Date: March 2nd, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Truer words were never spoken

Oh, what a lovely explanation for the "run awaaaay!" response some of us can engender.

My primary totem is (surprise surprise) Hawk; i.e. a predator. My nephew's is very clearly Squirrel. When he pushes too far, all I have to do is *look*. Once he actually ran to his mother (my sister) saying "Mom! O.M.G. Mom, Auntie looked at me! She's scary, Mom. I didn't know she could be that scary.) He wasn't 5 at the time, either; he was 12. Bless my sister, she just raised her eyebrows and asked what he'd done to deserve it.
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