Unless you live under a very big and sound-proof rock, you have surely heard about all the bru-ha-ha around Chick-fil-A president Dan Cathy saying he is against same-sex marriage. The ensuing media firestorm has been pretty hard to miss. Mayors are banning the expansion of franchises to their cities (Boston, Chicago and San Francisco); the Jim Henson Co. decided to pull their toys from the Chick-fil-A Kids Meals; protestors from both sides have been flanking restaurants for weeks now.
It’s all gotten to be a bit much. I felt that when I saw another news story on it last night – it just has that feeling of, “Enough already! We’re still talking about this?”
I am furiously liberal and furiously pro gay marriage. I believe in equality for all and I hate, hate, hate when people have close-minded opinions about such a thing that is, ultimately, none of their business. However, you have to concede that we live in a country where everyone is allowed to have a voice and say what they feel, even if it is ignorant and perpetuates hate and prejudice. It’s just their right to do so. We don’t have to like it, but we don’t have to listen to it, either. I don’t particularly feel like a dramatic boycott is necessary. I disagree fervently with In ‘n Out’s support of Pro-Life charities, so I simply don’t eat there. I know many, many people who love In ‘n Out and eat there, regardless of whether they agree with that stance or not. I don’t argue with them for it. That’s their right. And it’s my right not to eat there. I do not wish to contribute my hard-earned money to something in which I feel so passionately against.
I’ve only eaten at a Chick-fil-A once in my life. It was fine, but I would certainly not go back there now. And I’m not going to make a big deal out of it, I just don’t want to eat there. I don’t agree with what they support. And they’re entitled to support whatever they wish, but I don’t have to eat there if I don’t like it.
I just saw this story in the L.A. Times and it made me very sad. Poor Don Perry. He probably worked very hard for years at this little chain restaurant that served friend chicken, and never in a million years did he ever think he’d have to contend with anything on this level. His worst nightmare was probably something like a salmonella outbreak. But all of a sudden his company is caught up in the biggest PR nightmare imaginable and he was probably so massively stressed, his body just couldn’t take it. I wonder if he went out cursing Dan Cathy for having such a big mouth and starting all of this in the first place.