Lea Michele, star of stage, television’s Glee and mini-Streisand ingenue please make up your mind – you’re confusing me!
Look, I’ll admit it. When it comes to my life’s personal trajectory, I look to the stars. Not astrology, silly! Celebrities! Their trials, tribulations and triumphs act as my own personal eight ball – the rudder that steers the Rudy-boat on this river called life. When they shine, you can find me emanating success like a thousand glow sticks at a 90’s rave. And. Well. When they’re having problems. You should see my life. I turn into Eeyore at an Emo concert.
Things are usually pretty black and white; A-to-Z one-two-three kinda easy. That was until little Miss Lea Michele, threw a wrench into the works.
One minute the girl was a vegan, then she’s a vegetarian (“Well, I was. I slowly dipped back into cheese.) Then she’s back to being a vegan. (“I’m a vegan,” Lea tells OK!. “It makes me feel really good and bright.”) Then she’s a macrobiotic vegan who eats fish. (Wait. Did she just say that? ) All the while being a PETA spokesperson.
Lea Michele, please get your life in order. Because, after all and in the end, Veganism only counts when you’re a celebrity. And, if you can’t get that right you just make things complicated for those of us in the trenches who care about the actual definition and what it means to be vegan.
And, seriously, can Rachel just get with Finn already?