I advocate eating what feels right to me. That makes me by default a quasi-vegetarian, not all out vegan.
Anything animal might as well be a piece of rawhide in engine oil to me because there's no chance I could get it down. It's an appetite/psychological thing. Much less an ethical one, if at all.
I have NO issue whatsoever for those who indulge in hefty slice of prime rib at every meal. I commend them, and if you knew me better you'd understand why I should even thank them.
Definitely box office material. I would love to be a fly on the wall close enough to hear some exchange between Tolstoy and Alicia Silverstone. Tom would be easy to audio from anywhere in the room and I hear he spits when he talks anyway.