I’ve gone without red meat and pork for nearly half my life. I saw an expose on meat factories and could not quell the queasiness of tainted meat. It’s a personal choice, I’m not against anyone else enjoying a steak or burger. For years I still ate ugly chickens with glee and nibbled on seafood, even if in my heart I was a closet vegan. I’m not a Peta die hard, even though when gifted with a fur coat, I politely gave it back. In my circle there has not been one instance where my choice has not been looked upon as being utterly weird with the exception of a handful of friends.