Consumer culture seeks a world of total acceptance, but we say there is no harm in intolerance. To fully open up our arms in brotherhood eats away at the pit of society’s stomach. It makes us sick. Literally. We will always be intolerant. Intolerant towards lactose.
Big milk has indoctrinated their messianic animal to be thought of side by side with our savior. Why else would we have the saying, ‘holy cow’? Blasphemy!
This world doesn’t need to be confined by the propaganda of dairy. Break the chains, be dairy free!
It is udderly despicable that markets- both super and otherwise- organize milk mixed in with all the other non-mammalian brands. What if we had a cooler on the other side of the store for the mammal poison? You know, separate but equal.
Are we really supposed to believe the destroying-the-environment-methane-exhaust-pipe that is the cow can produce a milk product as good as our furry friend the coconut?
Got milk? No.
Are we supposed to give the axe to flax in favor of some Bessie? Moooove on outta here. We don’t take kindly to your type.
Was cow tipping the first seed of rebellion against the heifers of industry?
Raising cows requires a whole ranch but our buddy the almond doesn’t need a bell because it keeps wondering away. That would be nuts.
Lastly, the superior white beverage. The romantic: oat milk. It is no coincidence that the saying ‘sow your oats’ symbolizes the adrenaline infused romance of young love. It is perfectly acceptable to be intolerant, choose love. Choose oats.