My family would be supportive if I said I wanted to be a Martian, wear only banana skins, make love to ashtrays, and eat tree bark. My mom has a good way of engaging me in a conversation about the choices I make, listening, being objective and open-minded, and respecting those choices so long as they don't put me in danger. For a while, every meal was the third degree, but when she couldn't refute any of the thousands of good reasons-my health, simple compassion, the health of the planet, etc., etc. -for being a vegan, she conceded and now is very conscious of what food she makes when I am around-and, I believe, when I am not around. She is lovely. My father never blinked. He is for the most part unflappable. In a good way. Live and let live-unless you are being an asshole. He will privately mock, ridicule, judge, etc. But, hey, who's gonna cast the first stone? For people who have been through it, made changes, had curve balls thrown at them, it is easier to digest change and digest change in other people. Change only scares the small-minded. The small-minded and me. No, I'm only kidding. It only scares me-I mean, the small-minded. I think if I gave my dad a five-minute rundown on the advantages of veganism, I could convert him without too much trouble. I'll do it next time I see him. Maybe. I'm not much into the converting business, though. - on the responses to him being vegan