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Candice Bergen Reading Face On Your Plate: The Truth About Food

Written by Vegetarian Star on Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 in Actresses, Authors.

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If you’re looking for a book to add to your summer reading list, why not pick up Face On Your Plate: The Truth About Food by Jeffrey Mousaieff Masson.

The book details myths about meat eating and gives reasons why it isn’t natural or healthy.

It’s been on Candice Bergen’s summer reading list and she seems to agree with everything Masson says, calling it, “a guide to ethical eating that basically confirms everything I have felt about eating meat for 35 years.”

Technically, Candice is a self-proclaimed half-assed vegetarian, because she still eats chicken. But wait, chicken is meat.

Maybe Masson’s book will help Candice see chicken faces the next time she grabs her plate.

via wowowow.com

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Candice Bergen’s Half Assed Vegetarianism

Written by Vegetarian Star on Friday, March 13th, 2009 in Actresses, Not So Vegetarian.

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It’s Friday the 13th! Ooooh, are you scared? Are you superstitious?

Candice Bergen wrote up her fears on wowowow.com, where she revealed meat being really the only one.

However, we already know chicken doesn’t scare her, but at least she’s admitting to her “half-assed vegetarian” ways.

“Something I do have oddly strong feelings about, bordering on the superstitious, is eating any kind of four-legged animal. Also some two-legged, like duck. I will never eat duck. And I haven’t eaten pork or beef (especially veal) for 35 years. This started because I suddenly started to find people carving into these bloody haunches of meat so disturbing. And after walking through the former huge market square in Paris, with hundreds of carcasses hanging side by side, it just repulsed me and I decided to keep my own half-assed vegetarianism. I don’t mention it at dinners. I just eat around the meat. I’m not a pain in the ass, but I cannot eat meat now — even some that looks and smells delicious, like barbecued ribs or prosciutto — without feeling like I am betraying animals.”

“So it is almost a superstition. I guess it’s more a personal idiosyncrasy. A principle I won’t break.”

Maybe chickens should learn to go “quack, quack,” and Candy won’t eat them.

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