The answer to the New York Times’ question “Should a vegetarian bride serve meat at her wedding?” seems pretty straightforward to me: Since she’s apparently marrying herself, as it’s “her” wedding and she is doing the serving, she should serve whatever she damn well pleases.
Of course, marriages usually involve two people, not all vegetarians are women, and what to serve at a wedding should probably be determined by both parties. Details!
That said? Get over it, meat-eaters.* If a wedding is being thrown by someone who is paying for you to eat and celebrate, you eat and celebrate and you don’t act like a brat because you’re eating pasta instead of filet. If you go to the wedding of a Kosher couple, you don’t get bent out of shape when there aren’t oysters and pork shoulder on the menu. As long as no one is passing out PeTA pamphlets or rolling by in the Mitzvah tank, why be bothered? Will it really be awful to go without meat (or pork or shellfish) for one meal?
Of course, there are lines of reasonableness and hospitality, and those lines go both ways. Don’t whine if you’re a guest and there’s no meat, but if you’re the person throwing the wedding you really should not be passing out those PeTA pamphlets. If you’re a meat-eater and you know you have vegetarian guests, you should probably provide a vegetarian option. Also maybe also don’t act like an asshole and charge people to get in to your wedding, or refuse to allow alcohol, dancing or seats at your wedding.** You know, err on the side of hospitality when presented with complex etiquette questions such as “Should I let my guests sit down?”
See? Reasonableness is fun! And I really have a hard time understanding how any of this is such an issue.
Although vegans, I reserve the right to continue thinking it’s ridiculous that you don’t eat honey. I will, in my head and on my blog, continue to argue that such a position is silly and inconsistent, and apparently staked out for the sheer purpose of valuing consistency over rational or independent thought. But that’s just, like, my opinion man, and I promise won’t complain when there isn’t honey at your wedding (although I will raise a brow at your flowers). Just so long as there are chairs. The end.
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*I say that as a meat-eater.
**To be clear, I don’t think you’re an asshole if you don’t have alcohol at your wedding. The “no alcohol, no dancing, no seats” line is from one specific story of a particularly horrific wedding — it was the “no seats” part that I found particularly offensive.