The following is what I put up on my facebook note, as I'm too lazy to edit it for Suicide Girls
Oh hello
So this is my first facebook note. I usually reserve my snippy/ maybe witty/ maybe douchey comments on my status posts. Because usually I can get my thoughts out in one or two sentences: you know, God's a zombie imaginary friend and Twilight series is fantasies for sad old ladies (I'll get on the vampire craze another time). But something about PETA really gets my goat, so much so that I want to kill that goat.
Now, I am completely for treating animal humanely. As in don't pack them in tight cages, don't stab them with antibiotics, don't electrode prod them, blah blah blah. I am for vegetarianism, at least the idea of it. Factory farming is bad, the mathane the cows produce fucks up the environment, again, blah blah blah. I still love a burger and a leg of lamb, but my idea of a meal doesn't have to include meat every time. To me that's progress. And lately I'd been doing the meatless Mondays thing.
All of this I do for myself. For my health and a bit for the environment. I arrive at these decisions on my own.
But every time I see a PETA ad or read about them, I want to have a steak while kicking a puppy out of spite. I'd be full and content and I would go out of my way to punch a kitten. It's something about them that really gets on my nerve. Maybe they've worn out their shock value and devolved into the realm of annoyance (seriously, get the fuck out of the way, you're blocking the meat section). Or maybe their message has taken a backseat to the theatric. But after so many years of this, I find them as annoying clowns I just want to piss off. My petering down from meat consumption comes from reading and listening to radio, not some red paint covered sluts and or lettuce bra models. I like the message, for the most part, save for a few things I can't give up: leather is cool, steak is tasty I just fucking hate the messenger.
So the next time I see a PETA ad, you know they have blood on their hands and meat in my belly.
D$
Oh hello
So this is my first facebook note. I usually reserve my snippy/ maybe witty/ maybe douchey comments on my status posts. Because usually I can get my thoughts out in one or two sentences: you know, God's a zombie imaginary friend and Twilight series is fantasies for sad old ladies (I'll get on the vampire craze another time). But something about PETA really gets my goat, so much so that I want to kill that goat.
Now, I am completely for treating animal humanely. As in don't pack them in tight cages, don't stab them with antibiotics, don't electrode prod them, blah blah blah. I am for vegetarianism, at least the idea of it. Factory farming is bad, the mathane the cows produce fucks up the environment, again, blah blah blah. I still love a burger and a leg of lamb, but my idea of a meal doesn't have to include meat every time. To me that's progress. And lately I'd been doing the meatless Mondays thing.
All of this I do for myself. For my health and a bit for the environment. I arrive at these decisions on my own.
But every time I see a PETA ad or read about them, I want to have a steak while kicking a puppy out of spite. I'd be full and content and I would go out of my way to punch a kitten. It's something about them that really gets on my nerve. Maybe they've worn out their shock value and devolved into the realm of annoyance (seriously, get the fuck out of the way, you're blocking the meat section). Or maybe their message has taken a backseat to the theatric. But after so many years of this, I find them as annoying clowns I just want to piss off. My petering down from meat consumption comes from reading and listening to radio, not some red paint covered sluts and or lettuce bra models. I like the message, for the most part, save for a few things I can't give up: leather is cool, steak is tasty I just fucking hate the messenger.
So the next time I see a PETA ad, you know they have blood on their hands and meat in my belly.
D$