PETA? Pah!
I’m not usually one for the feminist rant. As I’ve said before I think the gender wars are over, women won (here in Australia at least) the right to make their own choices about pretty much everything and now it’s time to just get on with it. Complaining that we are not exactly the same as men or how unfair it is that we now have to deal with the consequences of our choices is, by my lights, totally anti-feminist.
Which is why, when someone sent me this picture, I was surprised by the hackles it raised.

Are they also selling No Fat Chicks bumper stickers to go with it? PETA give me the galloping shits. It may have started with a good idea, and who could possibly argue that animal cruelty is anything other than horrific, but they’ve really reached the lunatic, man-made, high carbon-footprint synthetic fibres, fringe now.
Not only do chicks who eat hamburgers belong in a box with thrill seeking vivisection clinic tourists, they’re also contemptible fatties who should all have sand kicked in their face at the beach? Pah! I’d like to see the whole lot of those pallid PETA vegans out on the African savannahs, waving placards at hungry leopards and wailing about how they’re being cruel to gazelles.
Also, am I the only one who thinks vegetarianism is an eating disorder?
Humans, like leopards, are designed to eat meat, our bodies require protein, iron, amino acids and phosphorus, all of which are contained far more efficiently in lean meat than in any amount of chick peas and tofu. Denying your body its basic nutritional requirements because of an emotional rejection of the source of that nutrition is as unbalanced as implying that all women should aspire to look like naked, airbrushed-and-photoshopped-to-fuck Eva Mendes.
Anyhoo, I think that’s about enough irritation for a Sunday morning, it’s time to hunt down a big plate of bacon and eggs and the Sunday papers. Yum!
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