Both Colleen and PonderingWillow sent links to the latest McNonsense, which involves a woman trying to order Chicken McNuggets, but in the morning, when apparently you can’t get Chicken McNuggets, but don’t try to tell this lady that, or she’ll, well, she’ll go nuts, is what she’ll do, as captured on ye olde security footage.
After almost standing up for a McDonald’s campaign earlier this week (I maintain I was standing up for the Fantastic Four, and McD’s just got lucky,) I’m almost afraid to say this: I feel a little badly for the workers.
The workers, mind you, and not the corporation that sets things up in a way that this continues to happen (see our earlier survey of violence at McDonald’s.) Fast food workers are overall having a better go of it than slaughterhouse workers are, but cheap meat ain’t cheap, if you get my meaning. And before someone else says it, no, fruits and vegetables don’t have the best labour record either, but I’ll maintain that it’s a less violent form of oppression overall, which isn’t to say it’s OK, but, but, hey! I’m talking about McDonald’s here.
But besides the workers, you know who else I feel a little badly for? America. The links I received are from the BBC and a major Canadian newspaper, and unlike stuff that actually affects our lives, this is the kind of thing that gets sent around the office, and sadly, this is how other countries think everyone in the USA acts. I’m not even kidding – take the weirdest set of stereotypes about veganism you’ve heard from non-vegans, and then think about how people can categorize other large groups of people. Yeah.
Update Aug 12: Matty sent me the YouTube version so we can embed it. Mostly I just like saying embed:
Anyway, I still worry that I’m getting soft on McDonald’s, so here’s something else in my “use this image someday” folder that seems like a good way to show my colours:
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I think you mean you feel “bad” for these folks, not badly. In addition to being vegan, I am an unrepentant grammar snob.
Perhaps the woman is addicted to those spongy things–even when I was a carnist, I thought they were nasty–in which case she needs an intervention.
Now I feel even badlier than ever for sleeping through my high school English classes…