There is one shop I will guarantee to go to at least 5 times a week. Its not of the department store variety. Its a supermarket....complete with raw lasagne, dandelion lattes, raw cakes, spirulina Muffins, cold-drip coffee and all the alternative milk options a woman could pine for. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Aboutlife is killer, go on the pilgrimage. But today, as incongruous as it may be with the pictures, we're going to have a lil chat about being anti-anti. I seem to recall a time, (pre-my birth, obviously) in the 60's and the 70's when it was a thing to be anti-establishment, there was a "back to the land" mentality that defined a generation. My mother was a child of the 60's and 70's living in Hawaii, her family were environmentalists and health conscious and that way of life was passed through to me and my sister. My grandfather sold his car in the late 60's because he was a firm believer that oil was a non-sustainable resource. The 1960s and early 70s counterculture were some of the first adopters of practices such as recycling and organic farming...long before they became mainstream. They were beginning to recognise that the level of consumption was unsustainable and that perhaps living and eating simply was better for the equilibrium of humans and the whole planet.  There was also a resurgence in eating consciously, people were asking questions about the origins of the proteins and produce.  People were becoming vegans, vegetarians, organic farmers, making their own kefir, sprouting their own grains and growing their own vegetables. My Chilean grandmother was doing it all.

In some ways you could say that the spirit of the 60's is alive and kicking today - there is a movement towards conscious eating, vegans have restaurants, we are activating nuts, caring about gut health and milking almonds. Some would say we have our own subculture, with communities asking the questions "Is it local?" and "Is it going to nourish my future, my body and my soul?". People are stopping the food and sugar addiction and going to Farmers Markets to eat raw chocolate, drink kombucha and eat food prepared consciously and cooked (or uncooked) with love (meat or otherwise).

Yet, on the other end of the spectrum, its now a thing to be anti-anti. As a young person especially, its recognized as especially en-vogue to be contrary for the sake of being contrary. Cue rebel without a cause vibes. There is a clear divide. There is an influx of anti-green lifestyles.  I am all for healthy debate. I have friends who challenge my views regularly, not because they're against it but because they're stimulating conversation and asking me to dig deeper and find the real reasons why I choose to eat a certain way, or live my life the way I do. So shoot me. These are my taste buds, its my mind. I do what is right for me. Have you ever asked yourself, what feels right for you? When my food is good and clean, I feel good and clean. We all know that healthy eating keeps us fighting fit so why are people acting like eating well makes you the ultimate wanker?

It's now cool to claim that any natural remedies are bullshit, italicise the word physician to utilise the tone of voice that implies judgement of said natural or alternative physician, that food combining is a pseudo-science, or that perhaps if you declare your love for green leafy concoctions or sprouted foods you're a lying fraud who actually has a hidden fast food agenda and is deeply tormented inside because they don't get to eat genetically engineered vegetable hybrids, protein pumped with hormones and fried food. I am not lacking a joie de vivre because I eat or live the way I do. In fact, for me, eating well provides me with joy, I know the way I respond to food and living, energetic foods. This information is age old, passed through generations and traditional - this is not a fad or a hashtag.

I don't tout my way of life better than anyone elses, its just different but I'm not wrong for doing it. Just as there is often a superiority complex within the health sector, seemingly it goes both ways.

Eat your meat pies, and I'll eat my sauerkraut.