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In January of 1987, I met Karin Anderson at NYU and became a vegetarian, sort of. I had no idea what I was doing. I only wanted her to like me more, and to do the same things she did, which included at the time abstaining from eating certain things, mostly in the meat category. We broke up after less than 2 month, but the silly vegetarianism lasted for 2 whole years. I felt like shit. I was fed up with it. No dis-respect to vegetarians. I just didn’t do it right, and not for the right reasons, neither. After Karin was out of the picture, abstaining from eating meat became for me a sort of symbolic way for me to suppress the things I disliked about myself, like the fact there was obesity in my family. As it turned out, I think the fat gene skipped me. I’ve never been fat, lucky me. But my 2 year experiment with vegetarianism has had a permanent effect on me, I believe.