4.19.2015

There are just some things I refuse to put into my body

Dear People and Other Life Forms Reading This,

In my last blog post about 3 months ago I said I was going to get back into updating this blog on a more regular basis, which in Lady Stabson-speak means I will do the exact opposite.

I had good intentions though like I do every year. All I can see at the start of every January is my life floating through a big magical cloud of becoming AWESOME in EVERYTHING. However, like every January - March, my reality slobbers inside a big fart cloud of storing fat and hibernating and then I spend April - December hating myself for not being AWESOME but it’s OK I’ll be awesome next year.

But there was one blip of change that occurred somewhere between hiding in a sack of carbs and hiding under a mountain of blankets: I got off the pot and decided to become a vegetarian. I’ve spent the past 20 years or so wearing dietary flip-flops; I was vegetarian then flexitarian then omnivore then baretarian (strictly Slim Fast and Cliff bars) then around again. And again. But now I’ve decided to fully commit to being a vegetarian. Even if I’m drunk and it’s 2am and I’m outside Jim’s Steaks on South Street.

Since I’ve made this decision, I’ve been getting asked “why don’t you eat meat anymore?” a lot to which I really want to just answer “Because” because I’m a super lazy bastard. But apparently that is not good enough so I’ve written this post here so the next time I’m asked that question I can just say, “Go read my blog” because I’m a super lazy bastard that can also type words. 

So here it is, 4 reasons I just say no to bacon, burgers, chicken nuggets and fish sticks:

1. Nothing cunt punches Mother Earth harder than eating animals.
All the hybrid car driving, plastic water bottle recycling, composting, and LED lightbulbs in the world is not going to save the planet because farm animals are just going to shit all over it. 

Typically...
  • Just 1 pig factory farm produces 7.2 million pounds of shit a year.
  • Just 1 chicken factory facility produces 6.6 million pounds of shit a year.
  • Just 1 cow feedlot produces 344 million pounds of shit a year. 

In the US alone, the factory farming industry produces 87,000 POUNDS OF SHIT PER SECOND. 1 pork farm, Smithfield, makes enough pig shit as the entire human population of both California and Texas.

So imagine you are in California or Texas and everyone’s toilet disappeared and everyone had to shit and piss in a huge pit all day, every day, for all of time. Doesn’t that sound appetizing? 

But you might be asking yourself, so what? Poop is great, it’s natural waste; it can be used as fertilizer! Well perhaps that was the case over 50 years ago, but since then our hunger for animals and desire not to pay a lot for it kicked that fact in the shithole. 

Basically, the demand for meat + desire for low prices = farmers perpetually cramming large numbers of animals in tiny spaces. Which leads to assloads of toxic waste. 

Factory farms typically store animal poop in huge, open-air lagoons, often as big as several football fields, which are prone to leaks and spills. It’s like a giant un-flushed toilet in a big open dirt hole filled with ammonia, methane, hydrogen sulfide, carbon monoxide, cyanide, nitrous oxide, and phosphorus. (That’s why it’s called SHIT, people). And it’s so toxic to every living thing around it because these animals are typically fed cheap, genetically modified grains that their bodies don’t digest so well. Think about the toxic cloud of ass fumes you’ve emitted after that trip to Taco Bell.
 
And according to PETA, carbon dioxide, methane, and nitrous oxide together cause the vast majority of global warming. Producing a little more than 2 pounds of beef causes more greenhouse-gas emissions than driving a car for three hours and uses up more energy than leaving your house lights on for the same period of time.

If you jumped into this you would die...if the gasses from the manure didn’t cause asphyxiation first.
Producing 1 pound of beef takes an estimated 1,581 gallons of water, which is roughly as much as the average American uses in 100 showers.
 
The Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations has estimated that 70% of land formerly supporting Amazon rainforests has been turned over to chicken grazing.
 
About 75% of the antibiotics fed to farm animals end up undigested in their piss and shit. Through this waste, the antibiotics may contaminate crops and waterways and ultimately be ingested by humans….which leads me to my next point….

2. I don't want give my body and wallet over to the United States healthcare system. 
I don’t believe any country’s healthcare system is without its drawbacks, but the US system as it stands today is mostly comprised of drawbacks. From my own perspective and based on my own access to the healthcare (employer-based coverage now, then Medicare when I get really old and body parts rot), I have absolutely no desire now or in the future to get anywhere NEAR that hot mess if I can help it. It’s expensive, it’s time consuming, oh and being sick is pretty shitty. 

So there are several strategies I employ to help me avoid getting sucked into the Health System Vortex of Hell: 
  • Avoid eating animals 
  • Avoid cigarettes
  • Avoid food-like substances (e.g., “processed” foods that contain made-up bullshit ingredients and fuck with your cells)
  • Binge on black coffee 
  • Binge on wine 
  • Begrudgingly force myself to exercise
  • Begrudgingly force myself to eat less sugar
  • Fill my body with as many whole grains, fruits, and vegetables as possible
I do all of these things in the hopes it will all morph my body into an impenetrable shield against hospital gowns, medical bills, and vomiting for other reasons than bullet point 5.

I’m pretty sure most people understand the health benefits of all of those points above, except for maybe the “avoid eating animals” one. I can hear it now — "Don’t you need protein? And iron? Isn’t meat a part of a balanced diet?” Well, yes you need protein and iron and all kinds of vitamins and minerals and shit like that in your diet but it can be very well balanced without the meat. Understand that when you eat an animal, you are eating so much more than its flesh: animals bred for food in factory farms (which represent 99% of all animals bred for food) are genetically mutated shadows of their ancestors--pumped full of antibiotics, covered in feces, and when they are ultimately slaughtered after a “life” of the most unnatural circumstances you can think of, their flesh is further processed for your eating pleasure. Chickens and turkeys are injected with salt and water solutions (“broths”) to give them what we believe to be that “real chicken/turkey taste” and given chlorine baths (remember the feces part?) Cow and pig meat are slathered in ammonia and bleach to make sure you don’t get e coli. 

I don’t know about you, but that sounds like the OPPOSITE of “nourishment" and extremely disgusting and the last thing I want in my gut and in my cells. I will pass on this grilled piece of chemically-induced bad Juju that will likely make me resistant to antibiotics when I’m 60, please---I've got enough problems already. I am sure my fair Eastern European descent skin that has been sunburned more times than I can count and my family histories of disease will likely betray me into that Healthcare Vortex, but if I have the chance to lower my risk any way I can I'll take it.

There’s loads of data out there on the health benefits of being a vegetarian, but because I assume you are a lazy bastard like me and don’t feel like looking it up, here are a few from the American Dietetic Association (ADA): 

According to the ADA, vegetarians are at lower risk for developing these jerk-off conditions that will keep your body and wallet tied to the doctor’s office:
  • Heart disease 
  • Colorectal, ovarian, and breast cancers
  • Diabetes
  • Obesity
  • Hypertension

3. Because I have a nervous-system I don’t like being hurt or tortured so I assume neither do animals.

AWWWWWWWW SO ADORBS!!!!!!!!!!


Oh, well that sucks.
My compassion and concern for the well-being of dogs, cats, ferrets and the Great American Bald Eagle does not differ from pigs, cows, chicken, and fish. It doesn’t make sense to me say that dogs and cats deserve to be treated better than pigs and cows. Just because I choose not to have a chicken, cow, pig or tunafish live with me in my house doesn’t mean it deserves any less of my compassion than my dopey dog that eats popcorn with me on the couch. 

This is my greyhound Dora. She was exploited for 4 years in the racing industry, living in a tiny cage 23 hours a day before she was rescued by me and is now forced to sleep on a couch 23 hours a day and run free in a yard while I pick up her poop.
(See what I did there?) 

All creatures, even us asshat human-types, should be able live a good life. And when I say "good" I mean "good" within the natural life of that species, not what humans think is good for themselves in a self-serving kind of way. That's the whole fucking point of being alive for fucks sake. It just came down to one question for me: why do we love one kind of animal but eat another?

Eating animals always weighed on my conscience and it wasn’t until I started doing more research into how animals are turned into food that I realized the emotional disturbance I had about it was centered on an attempt to suppress the emotional connection humans have with animals by re-naming animals once they become food (or conversely, forget they were living, intelligent creatures with feelings in the first place). We don't eat cows and pigs, we eat steak and bacon. But for me, I can’t ignorantly hide behind the semantics anymore even though I've tried the delightfully sounding and tasting "veal" and "seafood.” 

It's a wonderful thing for me now to look at an animal and have that clear conscience.* Definitely leaves a better taste in my mouth.

At this point I thought about posting 1 of the thousands of videos showing animal abuse and exploitation on factory farms but decided on this clip from the Daily Show instead so you can laugh WHILE you look animal abuse. 


And at this point I’d like to point out that most animals that are turned into food are smarter than your pet (or at least my pet who eats her own poop):
  • Pigs can demonstrate the capacity for abstract representation— in one study, pigs were successfully trained to play video games with their snouts. They are also smarter than 3 year old humans.
  • Chickens have sophisticated memories, and can pass information generationally. They also know how to deceive one another and have the ability to delay satisfaction in order to receive larger rewards. I would argue this also makes them smarter than a 3 year old human.
  • Fish form monogamous relationships, recognize one another as individuals, have very good long-term memories, and have “cultural traditions” for feeding, schooling, resting, and mating.

4. I believe this awesome planet was created by a God who would like us not act like a bunch of selfish twats that live in a fucking frat house.
As a daughter of Eve and a friend in Jesus, I believe we are all responsible for being stewards of this world (see point 1) and all life contained within it, including animals (see point 3). And today I believe the way animals are turned into food does not honor the gift of this world and the sanctity of life itself. For example, more than 1 BILLION PEOPLE in the world do not have enough to eat. Meanwhile, McDonalds opens about 5 new restaurants a day. FACT: It takes 6-26 calories of grain to make 1 calorie of animal flesh. You don’t need a degree in mathematics to figure out that the more grain that is fed to animals, the less there is left to feed people. In 2000, the United Nations Commission on Nutrition Challenges of the 21st Century said that unless there are some big-ass changes made, 1 BILLION CHILDREN will be permanently handicapped over the next 20 years due to not getting enough calories. According to the commission, the 1st step to avoiding this situation is to encourage more a more sustainable diet of grains, fruits, and vegetables. Based on what I know about Jesus he would be pretty pissed-off half the world was unnecessarily going hungry and sick because the other half of the world wants a $.99 cheeseburger. 

But I don’t believe that religious beliefs or lack thereof is an excuse for being douche-nozzles to animals and turning our ecosystem into a shit-stain--whether you believe it was all created by God, a ball of gas, space aliens, or a mystical orb named Bob doesn't fucking matter. What you DO while you are here matters so much more than what you believe. But I’m not here to judge or tell you what to do, of course. ("The one who eats everything must not treat with contempt the one who does not, and the one who does not eat everything must not judge the one who does, for God has accepted them.” —Romans 14:3)


So here’s what I’ve concluded about eating animals: 


I looked at my plate. I thought about it. I asked questions. I found answers. I made a choice. 

Bon Appetit,
Lady Stabson

*except for snakes. When I look at those scary motherfuckers I want to run away. 

By the way, I didn’t pull all these fancy facts out of my asshole — unless otherwise cited, they are all from 2 really great books you should read immediately: Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer (2009; Back Bay Books) and The Food Revolution by John Robbins (2011, Conari Press).

1.05.2015

Happy 2014! And 2015!

Happy New Years, everyone! Wow, I can't believe I haven't posted here at all since 2013, but it's understandable since I'm pretty sure 2014 didn't really happen thanks to an elaborate prank pulled on me by Netflix.

However, 2015 is a REAL YEAR full of REALLY REAL REALNESS. Really.

So let's get real for a moment: I am really going to put words on this blog more often in 2015 than in the alleged "2014." For reals. And when I say "for reals" it means it WILL HAPPEN, unlike my New Year's Resolution to loose the 400 pounds of clotted lard I have put on my neck and knees over the past few months.

Thank you to all 4 of my readers who have stuck by me so far, and for the 1-2 more who perhaps have come on board now. If you haven't done so already, I highly recommend you read through some of the archives to begin building up your tolerance.

Reading this blog will make hair grow on the body parts you want it to, and fall out of the parts you don't. People in every check out lane will insist you go to the front of the line. Butterflies will flutter gently on your arms. It will prevent sharts.

Not really.

6.07.2013

Running Over MS Again!

Here we go again -- it's time to get ready for my 5th City to Shore/MS 150 ride and this year I am more determined than ever to crush those 150 miles between Cherry Hill and Ocean City, New Jersey.

Every hour of every day, another American is diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS). It is often times a debilitating disease that comes out of nowhere to kick the crap out of your central nervous system. And once the jackwagon shows up, it never goes away. It's not genetic, it's not caused by having a great lifestyle (ie, drinking or smoking or McDonald's feasting), and it's not caused by any co-morbidities (other diseases). The punk just shows up--totally uninvited--and basically vomits all over your brain and spinal cord so your limbs go numb or you lose your vision or you're paralyzed. Oh and did I mention there is no cure? DAMN YOU MS!!!

So as you can see there are a lot of reasons to help the National MS Society in their mission to help find a cure and provide medical and lifestyle support to those all across the country who are living with MS.

And I would love to have your help, and here are some ways you can:

1. Join me on the ride September 28th & 29. Or if you can't ride, sign up to volunteer at the rest stops or cheer on the return riders in Ocean City or in Cherry Hill. There's food.

2. Drop some coin onto my fundraising page to help me meet my goal of raising $2,000.

3. Share the link to my fundraising page -- http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/ladystabson -- everywhere and often! Facebook, Twitter, blogs, emails, restroom stalls, etc.


Below are some examples of how donations to the MS Society are used:
  • $25 can provide yoga and exercise instruction or educational materials to people with MS.
  • $50 can provide transportation to an MS club or group meeting for someone with no means to get there.
  • $200 can pay for an occupational therapy home assessment for someone having difficulties with daily tasks around the house.
  • $300 can maintain the operation of an MS support group for an entire year.
  • $400 can pay for a driving assessment for someone needing vehicle modifications in order to remain independent in their community.
  • $500 can help pay the rent for a family affected by MS struggling to pay medical bills and other expenses.
  • $750 can help people with MS pay for chore services to help with tasks they can no longer handle because of the disease — like shoveling the driveway or meal preparation.
  • $2,000 can provide a scholarship to help a young person affected by MS pursue a college education.
THANK YOU for your support! xoxo

5.20.2013

Intermission music

At some point I think I got drunk and smeared some smut on my Twitter feed about moving this blog into a podcast. Well if you and I missed it, I am officially declaring that it's gonna happen, baby. (Excuse me while I pour another bourbon slurry).

I plan to have it debut in June or July but most likely Junly. It will feature lots of cool stuff you'll have to wait until Mayune to hear about. I need to figure out what the fuck a podcast is first.    

While I am eating all the podcast information I can throw down my jowls in the hopes of shitting out something listenable, I will leave you with musical entertainment provided by some of my very close friends who are awesome and already very listenable. 

First up is my boy Matt who records and performs under the name Boy Pierce. I first met Matt back in 2007 when we worked at the same communications agency. He and I bonded over a mutual hatred of sayings like "low hanging fruit" and "having fun yet?"and seeing the voicemail light blinking first thing on a Monday morning. We also share a love of all kinds of music, and even though his music centers on dance/rap/hip-hop you can hear lot of shout outs to rock, pop, indie, and soul. Ever since I heard him do a freestyle rap during a happy hour at Las Vegas Lounge during $2 Yuengling night I was hooked. 

Boy Pierce just released his 5th album, Various Dreams, which you can download FOR FREE here: 


And you can check out his latest video for the single "Hindsight" here:


Want MOAR? Go to
https://www.facebook.com/boypiercemusic 
http://www.youtube.com/boypiercemusic

Next up -- one of my bessie friends from my teenage hooligan days of shenaniganry, Jeff, is in a band called The Lost Will Follow and I have really enjoyed watching him and his lovely band take-off in the Philly area from my couch. (Sorry Jeff for being a shit friend and only seeing yous guys play live once. I suck.) But from my couch I have been listening to their choons and you can hear them now too. They are a sexy force of South Jersey hard balls rock with none of that emo horseshit:

http://www.thelostwillfollow.com/Music.html 

Here they are performing "I Don't Know" last month. Please note I am NOT the blonde hootchie momma dancing in a light-beer haze in front of the band.



You can also get lost and follow this fine chaps here (and tell Jeff what a shit friend I am): https://www.facebook.com/thelostwillfollow 

And last, but certainly not least, my boyfriend Simon is on the verge of unleashing his latest project, called Shineback in the form of an album called Rise Up Forgotten, Return Destroyed.  It will be available for listening, chewing, and gently caressing on July 1st. In the meantime, you can download the first single "Passengers" FOR FREE here:




And if you pre-order the album now, you will immediately receive a free download of the extra track "I Have Good Days, I Have Bad Days." I can tell you it's extra good and actually not so bad. 

I have had the opportunity to listen to the entire album and I love it because it is truly a bi-partisan masterpiece. Prog fans will appreciate the ability to finally cast aside their dusty capes and shake their hot apple booties to some music that is truly progressive, while pop fans will have something much more meatier to chomp into than the usual over-produced noxious fumes pooted over today's airwaves. 

And I'm not just saying that because the guy responsible for it all has a nice ass. Really. 

More Shineback goodies can be pillaged at 

So go play nice with my old dear friends who are now your new friends and watch out for Lady Stabson casting pods soon.

4.04.2013

The More You Know: For the Ladies

Please spread the word. I will not rest until the world is rid of these kiddie fiddlers disguised as "boyfriends" and "husbands."


3.19.2013

A High-Fiber Friendship


And now a word from Nicole.....

(PLEASE LISTEN UP OR I WILL PUNCH YOUR ASS. THANK YOU.)

Hello masses!

Nicole here. Long time listener, first time caller. I have had the honor of being Stacy’s heterosexual life-mate for 30 years. We have seen a lot of life together, starting with her Bert and Ernie record-player.  It was 1982, but we loved listening to Karen and Chuck’s records of the hits from 1950’s. Hold the phone, Lionel Richie; we’ll get to you after this dramatic dance interpretation of “Chantilly Lace”.  We would see each other through our girlhood crushes of Davy Jones and Mickey Dolenz which would grow to an adulthood crush on just Michael Nesmith. In adolescence, we grew enamored with Chad Allen and Neil Patrick Harris. (Epic gaydar fail!) Sleepovers on Stacy’s waterbed of hell and almost dying in my Popples Sweatlodge tent. Skinning our knees on my family’s cement pool and Stacy’s family home in the country, where you would lose 5 pounds from the mosquitos sucking you dry. Our mutual codependency would grow ever stronger through hatred of itchy band uniforms, a love of slapstick and/or irreverent humor, and the delight of knowing each other’s mother thought the other one was a bad influence. (Yes, Karen, I KNOW.)  My older siblings to teach and tease us, Stacy’s younger siblings to torture and ignore.  Bad skin, bad teeth, nerd glasses. I can’t believe we weren’t more popular. We had our first jobs together, Stacy got me my job at Thrift Drug and together, we’d fight over who could do the least. And who would do the closing announcement on the PA. “Attention Thrift Drug shoppers, the time is now 9:15, the store will be closing…..”

But alas, it is our differences that make our friendship strong. Stacy is taller than me and she is a natural blond. I am petite and there is nothing natural about my hair color. Stacy likes nature and the Phillies. I think camping will give you hepatitis and find hiking the mall excellent cardio. Stacy would rather dive into a vat of razor blades than listen to Radiohead and most things emo, I would eat shards of broken glass before going near anything described as “prog”. But we both love Weird Al, novelty tees and gin*, so it always evens out in the end.

Stacy gets control of the juke-box tonight!




















So many memories, delightfully brought up to embarrass one another in public situations. Yes, this is the stuff friendship is made of. There is a secret to keeping us close as we ever have been. We once killed a man. Just kidding, that is no secret. Actually, keeping our friendship strong requires a lot of upkeep. Emails, phone calls, waxing for those special occasions, texting and our favorite: G-Chat.
Is there anything nicer in the middle of a tough workday than a friendly hello, how are your bowels** from a friend? I think not. Although I was waiting for enough material for a coffee table book, here is a sneak peek. We hope you enjoy.

*and Bourbon. And Wine. And Beer. And Vodka. And Moonshine.
** Spoiler Alert-this is a major topic for us.

The G-chat Diaries: Part 1


November 25, 2009

Nicole: I wonder how to write how a turkey dying sounds...
Stacy: sure it's on youtube
Nicole: Gobble gobble goooooodajfhleruifh90q34y9-837hpadfuivnads09y340h (gasp) (wheeze!)
                    beeppppppppppppppppppppp
                    now i feel sad about turkey

March 18, 2013
Nicole: i have a cheddar goldfish addiction
Stacy: who doesn't?
Nicole: Boner Kings is a good band name
Stacy:  Oh definitely
             Boner with anything makes a good band name
             The Boner Rats
             Boner Cookies
             Fat Boner featuring Hot Vomit
 Nicole: Boner Boombox Bougeouis

August 29, 2012
Stacy: happy to see you are having a happy bowel day
Nicole: that’s to be determined
             I heard the Madonna show sucked last night


June 3, 2011
Nicole: I just yelled at my intestines
Stacy: usually my intestines yell at ME!
            especially on fruit cart day
Nicole: i love fruit carts
            i miss them
Stacy: they are awesome


September 9, 2011
Nicole: let's create something
                  I'm creating something right now after my salad for lunch
Stacy: I need to eat again to make something :(
Nicole: do you have a safe snack drawer? go to nuts to you or nuts 4 you, the South Philly bastard
  store
Stacy: I had some almonds and MAYBE I can get something real nice brewing with this afternoon cup of coffee
Nicole: hahaha
            new synonym for pre-poop belly: creating
            as in "I am creating something AMAZING from this cup of coffee and almonds"
Stacy: hahaha
            like a food baby pregnancy
Nicole: good one
            I would also like to make the word creeper associated with pooping
Stacy:  easy to do
            it's the point of no return

May 23, 2012
Stacy: I've just discovered that my rack makes a nice pen shelf. I've got a Bic pen and a highlighter on            each now                 
Nicole: your boob shelf?
Stacy: yes
Nicole: oh yes, you can also use the undercarriage to hold things
Stacy: oops it just rolled off
Nicole: put it underneath!
Stacy: nooo it's warm, i haz swooob
Nicole: time to archive, my email be busting
Stacy: ugh I hate doing that...i'm sorting through a ginormous excel sheet at the moment and it's making me ill

October 15, 2009
Nicole: i want halloween candy, nom nom
            but I drink asshole green tea instead
Stacy: Reeses? you are onto a haiku..
Nicole: i want a hershey milk chocolate bar mmm let me work on it.
            Halloween Candy
            I crave but instead I
            drink green tea shit?
Stacy: haha
Nicole: not perfect but I'll tweak it


In 2010 we spent a solid month creating band names. See below:

January 13, 2010
Nicole: ahh went a little crazy [I added 15 bands to our memoires]
Stacy: yes!!!! i will take a look
Nicole: Great! Some bands are better album names I think
Stacy: we can swap if you think
                  Jalapeno Firehole!!! HAHAHAHAHA
                  Seersucking Sweatlips!!! I want that on a t-shirt!
Nicole: real mannequins fake people was inspired by a trip to IKEA last night
Stacy: that was our serious band we played coffeeshops
                  I think Mayor McCheese is a Liar should be an album
Nicole: yes I agree

January 18, 2010
Nicole:  I am afraid to laugh as I am back on Alli and I don’t want to relax my sphincter
             So I cough instead
Stacy:   Gentle Sphincter?
             Or song: Relax My Sphincter?
Nicole: Relax Your Sphincter
Stacy: HAHA
Nicole: also a dance club album
Stacy: added! so now it's a band, a song, and an album!
Nicole: ahhhh feels so good and is a dance move

And when we aren’t pretending we are in bands that are so much better sounding than your band, we sometimes talk about our jobs and even share current projects with each other. Here is just a sample of some of things we’ve been working on:












































































Please note we have major love feelings for those who get the Swill reference without having to look it up.  And while we’re at it, if you know Eddie the Flying Gimp we will have your babies. 































So there you go. A friendship in a very nuttyshell. Here’s us 28 years ago. Haven’t aged a bit. 







3.03.2013

Such is life.

Heading over to Amsterdam tomorrow for a few days, then getting all tingle tanglin' with Marillion in Holland over the weekend. Really bummed cos I was making such great progress on my puzzle.





















It's all a little bit mostly true sometimes but not really.