Vegan inflation

An article in the WSJ today is headlined the 247-lb Vegan, about a veggie-loving tight end for the Kansas City Chiefs, is pretty good. But it does make me wonder if the headline writer, like, read the whole thing:

Mr. Gonzalez considered scrapping the diet altogether and returning to the Chiefs' standard gut-busting menu. First, though, he called Mr. Campbell, who put him in touch with Jon Hinds, himself a vegan and the former strength coach for the Los Angeles Clippers basketball team. Mr. Hinds suggested plant foods with more protein.

The Chiefs' team nutritionist, Mitzi Dulan, a former vegetarian athlete, did not believe that was enough. With the team's prospects and Mr. Gonzalez's legacy at stake, she persuaded the tight-end to incorporate small amounts of meat into his plant diet. Just no beef, pork or shellfish, he said; only a few servings of fish and chicken a week.

When I was a vegetarian, I was always annoyed by the "vegetarians" who turned out to eat fish and chicken. I wasn't annoyed because I cared about what they ate, but because their fast-and-loose standards meant that I too often showed up at a dinner party to find that the hostess thought "vegetarian" included "smoked salmon". Now apparently "vegan" is going the same way.