A friend of ours recently declared that she was done with vegan dating websites, finding all the men on them too pretentious, too preachy, or too lacking in a sense of humor--in other words, all the worst qualities that closed-minded carnivores assume come with the vegan territory. Which is not to say that she's done with dating vegans--it's just that she's come to the conclusion that the more dateable members of the dairy-free population may be hanging out on Match.com instead. Still, if it comes down to it, she's prepared to go steady with a vegetarian. And that's kind of the way all the vegans (and most of the veggie-heads) that we know feel: meat-eaters need not apply. (Lo is vegan and some of Em's best friends--er, Lo--are vegan.) All of which is to say that we don't buy Gawker's line of thinking that the recent spate of articles on vegansexuals is "lazy trend journalism at work" and that vegansexuals may not actually exist.

You are what you eat, after all, and our field research has led us to believe that this is true of all bodily fluids. So if you're going to eschew the minestrone soup because it was made with a chicken stock base, why would you want to go down on a meat-eater? Most green-minded people that we know wouldn't date a Hummer driver--so it makes perfect sense that vegans would apply the same sort of philosophy to their genitals. Vaginatarians, unite!