He had my attention until he started making fun of my teeth.
Then I turned it off. Life is too short. I set aside books that annoy me, too.
I don't eat much meat myself, just as a matter of preference, but I love dairy products and eggs. I love the ethnic cooking that uses them, and I'm not too crazy about osteoporosis, either, a condition that I have watched overtake the thinner elderly women in my family.
The plain fact is, if living to be 120 means giving up the foods that I love and living in the boring land of soy, I'll settle for the average age at which women in my family customarily die: 90. Cream soups and cheeses agree with us.