About

I never really questioned my diet. Meat was part of every meal growing up, a huge part of my culture, and involved in literally every event, whether it was for 2 people or 200 people. Some of my favourite meals included chicken curry, lamb chop curry, prawn curry, essentially any meat in a curry cooked by my mum (can you guess my culture yet? 🇧🇩). It was just the norm.

I also used to think I was a more “logical” meat-eater than everyone else. I refused to restrict myself to Western standards like chicken, lamb, or beef out of arbitrary cultural conditioning. If an animal was bred for food and safely prepared, I’d consider eating it. Camels, horses, even whale (though I luckily never had the chance). I thought this was the most rational way to look at it: we are at the top of the food chain, animals exist for us to use, so why draw arbitrary lines around what we can and can’t eat? I still think that if you eat meat, you shouldn’t have an issue with anyone eating any meat.

But I also have a personal goal: trying to be a slightly better person than I was the day before. A better husband, son, friend, and brother. That involves improving emotionally, mentally, and ethically. I’m never going to be perfect, but I don’t need to be. I just need to be better than I was yesterday.

With that mindset, an Instagram reel caught my attention. It featured an activist debating a meat-eater on the morality of their diet, and the meat-eater had no solid defense. My anxiety spiked as I imagined myself in that scenario, trying to justify my own diet. I had nothing. I had never actually thought about it.

So, as one does when searching for answers to life’s deepest philosophical questions, I turned to Reddit. Surely there must be a fantastic, simple, logically sound justification for eating meat, since almost everyone does it.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a single solid argument for eating meat. The deeper I dug into the environmental data and the sheer scale of the waste, the harder it became to ignore. That alone was enough for me to go plant-based at home and save meat for social occasions. I spent months trying to find a flaw in the logic, and I simply couldn’t.

What took me the rest of the way was a glaring, everyday hypocrisy staring right at me (usually when he’s hungry): my cat, Aloo. I couldn’t logically justify treating one animal as a beloved family member with a unique personality (cold, aloof, but completely lovable), while treating others purely as disposable resources for my own pleasure. (Even though I’m pretty sure Aloo views me purely as a resource). I realised that if I couldn’t eat him, I couldn’t eat any of them without being a massive hypocrite.

I do miss the ease, the taste, and the sheer convenience of meat (not to mention people liking me again 😛).

I built this site because I would genuinely love to eat meat again, and I need help finding a way back. I’ve open-sourced my thinking and the exact data that brought me here so you can check my working. As it stands, the evidence tells me that eating this way is a practical, everyday way to reduce unnecessary suffering and environmental impact. But I could easily be missing something, so if you can find a flaw in the logic, please tell me.

Until then, I’ll stay consistent, wait for ethical lab-grown meat to become the norm, and keep trying to leave the world a little better than I found it.