In my first year of college, my English class required me to write a persuasive essay. Although being an avid fan of cheeseburgers, hot wings, and chicken alfredo, I decided to write it about vegetarianism. I knew there was a wealth of information on the subject and it would be really easy to take the side of the vegetarian, explaining why it’s immoral to eat meat. The horrible treatment of the animals shown in PETA videos basically got me the A. Of course it’s awful that chickens get their beaks blowtorched off so they don’t peck other chickens because their cages are painfully small and will kill for another inch of room. Of course that sucks. You’re right. Here’s your A.
After completing all the research, I damn near talked myself into becoming a vegetarian. The stuff I found online was truly horrific and since animals are generally kick ass (except for my neighbor’s dog) I began questioning if I should continue eating meat. But, I was eighteen years old and didn’t really give a shit about too much so I was back at Culver’s getting a double cheeseburger by the end of the week.