Respect Authority

If only.

Here’s the thing: I eat meat. In fact, I love meat. I couldn’t care less what’s in a chicken nugget, so long as it’s appropriately crispy and served with honey mustard. I’ve never thrown red paint on a white fur coat; I’ve never broken into an animal testing facility to free would-be trial subjects of the latest Revlon product. I’m an animal lover, with a single cat (who will surely be the springboard to my long and fulfilled life as Cat Lady Extraordinaire) but I’m no extremist.

So it’s with at least a teeny tiny bit of objectivity that I say I am phenomenally offended by the Philadelphia Eagles’ decision to sign Michael Vick. For those who don’t follow football, or news (and in fairness, this is one of the few times RA has even touched upon the great wide world of professional athletics), Vick is—like so many of his professional football peers—a criminal. But unlike most NFL players, the 29-year-old has never done drugs, or driven drunk, or slapped an uppity stripper. I mean, he may have, but his 18 months in jail were the product of a 2007 conviction for conspiracy, and running a dogfighting ring. Read More ›