Two for One Monday: Gabby Douglas and Chick-Fil-A

Morning, folks. As the end of last week approached, it became very clear that I’d have to address two very different stories: the all-around awesomeness of Gabby Douglas and this Chick-Fil-A poor excuse of a protest. There’s no clever way to introduce either topic or merge them together, so just check out what I have to say after the jump.

More on Chick-Fil-A

For the past couple weeks my Facebook and Twitter timelines have been awash with status updates, link shares and more regarding Chick-Fil-A president Dan Cathy’s statement that the company is indeed “guilty as charged” when it comes to opposing gay marriage. For many, this comes as no surprise, given Chick-Fil-A’s penchant for promoting its Christian values. For some, this most recent news has sparked a sudden boycott of waffle fries and Polynesian sauce. And some have come out in support of Chick-Fil-A’s adherence to traditional Christian values, at least the ones that aren’t tolerance and love for all. And lately another (misinformed) faction has joined the fray. They believe that this should not be a political issue. That it’s just chicken. And that it is “stupid of people to punish a company for its president’s personal opinions.” This is about Chick-Fil-A using profits to support anti-gay causes. No, Chick-Fil-A is not being accused of refusing to serve gay and lesbian couples. But they have used their profits to support organizations that openly discriminate against same-sex couples. Indirect discrimination is just as inexcusable as direct and open discrimination. And no, a few standing in protest won’t hurt the company’s bottom line. And Chick-Fil-A is highly unlikely to change its stance. This is the same company that closes all of its locations on Sundays regardless of the money. No, this isn’t about affecting a change in Chick-Fil-A. It is about feeling good about where and how you spend your money. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Banal though the boycott may be, the principle is what matters and you should stand by yours. Money is a form of speech. And as consumers it is our right, some might even say responsibility, to use our money to “support companies we like and to back causes we like.” I’m not saying that consumers are responsible for vetting every company they patronize. That isn’t the point. The point is to do what makes you comfortable. If that means only taking a stand when a company is outspoken about questionable beliefs and tactics then by all means.


Last week, Atlanta-based fast food chain, Chick-fil-A opened its very first Chicago restaurant.  Although it does not counteract the negative effect of parking meters and winter, this culinary addition only helps the argument that Chicago is the greatest (American) city ever.  (New York, NOLA, I love you, but the City of Wind tops my list.)  I’ve not been yet, but please believe that Chick-fil-A may very well be the last meal I have before I go on my next detox.  Chick-fil-A nuggets–along with jibaritos and bleucheeseburgers–is what prevents me from actually believing I could ever permanently be vegetarian.

My Chick-fil-A love is well documented here and other places.  The simple mention of the place makes me all teary-eyed as I think about waffle fries and sweet tea and how every time you say, “Thank you,” to a Chick-fil-A employee, she has to respond with, “My pleasure.”  It’s true.  My sister told me.  You should try it.  Like, even if you said, “You’re a buster-ass mark, and I want to hit you in your face.  Thank you,” they’d probably have to say “My pleasure.”  Politeness is in the rule book or something.  It’s kind of awesome.  Especially when you consider how drive-thru people at other fast food institutions seem adamant about communicating as little as possible with their customers.  It’s Jesus chicken.  If Jesus served chicken (at the Last Supper or anytime thereafter), it would have tasted like Chick-fil-A.  And I say that not simply because it’s that good, but also because Chick-fil-A rolls hard for Jesus.  Like, not open on Sundays (boo!) hard.  Like, they should hire Davey and Goliath when those cows retire hard.

On Jumping the Broom and Adventures South

My sister got married Saturday.  (Take that, Steve Harvey, et. al.!) Since I’ve just arrived back in town mere hours ago, and feel like 8 pounds of crap in a 5-pound bag, I have no faith in my ability to compose a complete sentence let alone an entire blog about the news and culture of the day.  As a result, I’ve decided to post thoughts and observations inspired by my trip to North Carolina and my sister’s wedding.  I’ll have something more substantive next week.  In the meantime: