I am a food blogger, an ethical eater, and a health-conscious person. I am also a flexitarian. And I hate that word.
Perhaps because it has yet to earn a place in either the public consciousness or vernacular, or perhaps because I ascribe to it a collection of perceived negative connotations – whatever the reason, it feels decidedly unflattering. It’s certainly not the hat I put on when introducing myself at parties. Between blank stares or outright hostility, it appears there is no more room for a middling reaction than an ethical middle ground when it comes to food.