I have a complicated relationship with food, particularly the kind that used to moo, oink or cluck.
I became a quasi-vegetarian years ago. A college thing (like torn Levi’s or law school?). Gave up beef, pork and chicken. Even went to a demonstration. No, I did not join PETA.
To this day, I’m not militant about it. Just ask my husband. And actually, I still eat seafood and turkey on occasion.
Some people would call that hypocritical. I call it being a flexitarian. And honestly, just realistic, given my current situation and location. See, complicated.
I also buy products that don’t test on animals and have no animal ingredients. It’s a lifestyle I don’t see myself giving up anytime soon.
Enter MS, one of the most enigmatic diseases out there. Scientists don’t exactly know its origin, and most certainly don’t have a cure.
Animal testing in medical research is ongoing, especially with diseases such as AIDS, Alzheimer’s and multiple sclerosis as well as spinal cord injuries.
Which gives me pause.
Do I want there to be a cure for such diseases? Of course.
Do I want to believe that I will never have to be in a wheelchair because of medical advances? Yes.
But should it come at the cost of putting cats, dogs, rabbits, horses, monkeys, mice and other animals through experiments in which they suffer?
Both sides of the debate make valid points. I’m not entirely sure yet how I feel.