The personal choices and your personal reasons

This morning, while working on an unrelated blog post, I decided to check my Facebook feed.  And at that point, I saw this post from my daughter Cassaundra.  And she wasn’t happy.

I was told I was um-compassionate to animals because I chose to eat their flesh when all they wanted to do was live. That because I chose to drink dairy and eggs I was raping the mothers of their babies.
No I choose to eat meat because my body burns too much protein, because I choose to help local farmers. My shopping habits/ my dietary habits seem to make me insensitive to the abuse and torture of animals. I don’t wear fur. Nor do I give certain fast food places my money. I also choose to put my money and donations into actual places that make changes for more then just kitties and puppies as its concerned. Therefore I still choose to eat these “pitiful poor creatures” for my selfish benefits. Please don’t tell me you choose to make your canine be vegan also.

And it occurred to me.  We make a lot of personal choices based on our beliefs in life.  We choose to eat at certain places and we refuse to eat at others, for reasons that are specifically our own.  Sometimes our choices are based on our upbringing, sometimes there’s a religious tenet to our decisions, other times it’s due to health reasons that we pick what we pick.

Trust me.  I also base a lot of my decisions on what I believe and what I support.  Examples:

For many years, I would only purchase a pair of sneakers if they were manufactured in the United States.  This was based on stories I had read about sneaker manufacturers paying miniscule wages in the Far East to their workers.  What this meant was – the only sneakers I would purchase were Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars, which were at the time still manufactured in North Carolina.  Well, that lasted until Nike bought Converse and shipped the Chuck Taylor production to Vietnam.  Urgh.  In fact, I only purchased the Nikes that I currently wear because they were at an outlet mall and they were at a heavily discounted price.

For several years, I refused to play competitive team trivia at any of the Recovery Room Bar and Grilles, based on what I perceived to be a personal slight.  At one time, the Recovery Room in Albany was offering free NFL football tickets for winning teams, and I was winning those tickets on a regular basis.  Eventually the owner of the Recovery Room told me that I was winning them too often, that I wasn’t a “team” (at that time, I was playing solo), and that I didn’t eat enough food or drink enough alcohol to make it worth their money.  I was so offended, that I personally boycotted their establishment – and let everyone else know the reason why.  The upside?  I went to another location that hosted trivia – Brown’s Brewing – and had the best time ever, made a ton of friends, won lots of food, and started feeling better about myself.   In 2011, I decided it was time to end the boycott – and I came back to Recovery Room for a trivia game, led from wire to wire, and won about $300 in Recovery Room gift cards.  I don’t play very often at Recovery Room – maybe once in a while on a Wednesday if I feel like it – but the boycott, as far as I was concerned, was important to me.

I will not eat at a Burger King restaurant, or drink any Dr. Pepper products, for so long as those companies sponsor NASCAR driver Travis Kvapil.  Why is that?  During the 2013 NASCAR season, Kvapil was arrested for domestic abuse.  He actually raced later that weekend, and competed for the rest of the season.  He drove cars that were decorated with the Burger King logo; his firesuit was festooned with logos of Burger King and Dr. Pepper.  If those companies feel that they can support someone who was arrested for hitting his wife… then I cannot support purchasing even a morsel of food or a drop of beverage from their establishments.

Now because of this, there are some of you who are trying to find a way to split hairs.  To view what I eschew, and say, “Well Chuck, you’re currently wearing Nikes now, they’re made overseas, what kind of hypocrite are you?”  And I say to you, it’s tough.  Sometimes I don’t have a choice, or I can’t find a better choice at the moment.  Sometimes I have to compromise.  Yeah, I wear Nikes.  I didn’t pay full price for them, they were heavily discounted, so Nike’s not making $200/pair off of my wallet.  And if someone knows of a sneaker company whose products are made in the United States by union men and women earning a union wage, please let me know and I’ll swap my sneaks in nothing flat.

Sometimes my choices are based on brand loyalty.  The cars I drive?  All three were General Motors cars and I refuse to change my brand loyalty.  My phones?  Almost all of them were BlackBerry models, including my current Q10.  Camera gear?  My digitals have all been Nikon, my film cameras a mix – but none have been, nor will there ever be, a Canon in my collection.

That’s me.  Like it or not, love it or hate it, that’s what makes me who I am.   We may not have a choice in our lives… but when we do, we can exercise that choice as often as we want.

And I’m sure there are products that you either refuse to purchase, or that you will seek out and purchase every day.  You have your reasons, and those reasons are more than “it tastes good” or “it feels good” or “I look cool when my purse has that logo on it.”

That, my blog readers, is what the comment section is for.  Please share.

And one last thing.  Anybody who gives my daughter grief about what she eats or how she eats it… anybody who gives my daughter a problem about what she wears or how she wears it…

May I please offer you a nice big plate of Spam Stroganoff.  Delicious and nutritious.