I Became Friends with the Meat Guy
This weekend I took an intensive course in Professional Responsibility (a.k.a. business ethics) at NYU. As I mentioned yesterday, there is quite a cast of colorful characters in this particular class. There seems to be an abnormally high number of stereotypical business school types in this particular class - you know the type: reasonably intelligent, highly obnoxious, loud and very headstrong/opinionated individuals. Classmate 1 fits this description well. Classmate 2, however, was a little more reserved.
Since we were scheduled to take a final at the end of today’s class, most of the students chose to spend at least part of their lunch reviewing their notes. Personally, I went to the deli across the street and came straight back. As I was looking over my notes, Classmate 2 pulled out his lunch. Yes, another container of raw meat.
Politely, I inquired about his unique carnivorous habit. Apparently, he’s eaten this way for about two years. He feels that the uncooked meat creates less stress on the body when digesting. He also felt that the meat’s protein and fatty acid content replenishes dead cells in the body. In fact, he felt that such a diet could, in some cases, cure cancer. Apparently, his Kung Fu instructor turned him on to this diet and there are several primal tribes in California, who also live this way. I did end up studying with my new friend Mr. Meat for a few minutes, but I did not invite myself over for dinner.
My commentary:
Though I do enjoy a good steak or burger every so often (ok, every other day,) I don’t think I am ready to start a raw meat diet. However, I can’t condemn my new friend for his unorthodox cuisine. He actually looked much more healthy than most of the vegetarians I know. Only in New York.
