How about: It's about as natural as waking up in your mud hut, picking up your handmade reed basket and spending hours foraging for berries, wild leeks and shrooms to feed your family dinner.

If, on the other hand, you rely on gigantic faceless corporations (like the ones that make your "Bunny Luv" baby carrots) to plant countless acres of perfectly aligned rows of monoculture plants using 20 ton tractors, spray them with massive doses of cancer-causing pesticides to prevent the inevitable single bacterium that causes the next Irish potato famine, irrigate them by siphoning off millions of gallons of water from rivers hundreds of miles away and reduce them to relative trickles (like the Colorado River), pump the soil full of chemical fertilizers that cause toxic runoff and poisons water supplies, harvest them using hordes of underpaid migrant workers working backbreaking 80-hour weeks (many of them children), ship them across the country in smoke-belching metal contraptions that burn millions-of-years-old dinosaur carcasses, then you too are a consumer whore just like the rest of us evil goateed meat-eaters.