Playing Chicken

So the world’s in an uproar because a fast-food chain owner voiced a controversial opinion and now people are vociferously either boycotting or supporting the restaurant.

I ate there today…sort of. I bought a lemonade, and cashed in two library summer reading program prizes: two kid’s meals, one for H (and me) and one for N.

(The reading program’s been a smashing success. Not only does N continue to love to read; she now also faithfully points out Chick-fil-A billboards along the highway.)

(She also ardently points out water towers. Earlier this week she said of one covered in fading paint, “I thought it was a country ball,” remembering the large, water tower-like globe that we’d seen a few weeks before.)

This Chick-fil-A thing really is an opportunity worth not missing, particularly for advocates of same-sex marriage. I remember reading an article a while back about an anti-gay protest being turned on its head by the people being protested: they started a fund raiser kind of like a walk-a-thon in which people agreed to donate to the protested cause for each minute the protest lasted, thus completely debilitating the protesters’ mission.

So here’s what same-sex marriage supporters should do today, quick before Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day ends: Go eat at the restaurant, in great big numbers. Spend lots of money there. Eat good chicken. Socialize with all the people who disagree with same-sex marriage. Make some friends. Marry them (or don’t). Eat some more. Make more friends. Fill the anti-party with the anti’ed.

And at the very least, enjoy the food. It’s pretty darn good, in my own humble opinion.