I don’t eat meat. It was expected of me to attend the monthly BBQ’s. And I should get my own burgers. It was so nice that single time when they all made fun of me for being a pussy for not wanting to eat meat. Yeah, so nice. Socializing meant being a laughing stock for drunk colleagues. I told my boss, supported with properly constructed arguments, I won’t attend any more or I’ll leave completely, if this BBQ is so important to him. It was never an issue after that and he actually started to like me for standing my ground out of principles and standing up against the poor behavior of some of my colleagues.