Chick-fil-A Controversy: 'My Taste Buds Can't Tell'
Why can’t fried chicken and crème-filled cookies get along?
My choice of fried chicken and crème-filled cookies does not define me as a human being. Unless the old adage of “you are what you eat” is really true, then I consist of a conglomeration of sugar, flour, oil and a bunch of words that I cannot pronounce. Most certainly the values of a company whose food I eat do not define my own moral stance.
Last I checked, the United States still remains a free country where people have the right to believe in any God(s) or lack of God(s) that they like. Would you bash and protest outside of the home of neighbors whose moral stances did not equate your own? Most people would leave well enough alone. Then why would someone bash a privately held company for the belief of its president? I think it is great that such a large company such as Chick-fil-A stands on principals and is not swayed by societal trends. If you don’t like it, either ignore it or go eat somewhere else. The Jim Henson company doesn’t like it and will no longer partner with Chick-fil-A. Guess what? That is their prerogative.
What if you don’t like the charities Chick-fil-A contributes to? Fine, form your own company and then donate to whom you want. Private individuals and companies should not be forced to drink whatever kool-aid society is currently offering. The mission statement of Chick-fil-A is to "Be America's Best Quick-Service Restaurant". The statement is not to form hate groups, gay bash or spread Christianity. Their goal is to be the best at fast-food. With over 1600 restaurants and booming profits, they are getting something right. I am not concerned about Dan Cathy’s views on politics, religion, his favorite color or choice of music. I am concerned about the quality of my overall dining experience at Chick-fil-A and so far they are getting it right.
As seemingly ridiculous as the chicken controversy. If Kraft foods wants to advertise a rainbow Oreo in honor of Pride month, Ben & Jerry name an ice-cream flavor in honor of same-sex marriage, a golf-course only accept men or any company do something I don’t 100% agree with—guess what, I am ok with that. That is the beauty of America. I don’t have to agree. I don’t have to be a bigot either. That is where the true problem lies—when someone has the courage to stand by something he believes in—and the opposition meets it with hate. Whatever your stance, disagree and move on. There is a big difference between a difference of opinion and hate. Don’t buy the chicken or ice cream or cookies if that is what you choose—just stop the bullying, the name calling and threats. Put on your big-girl panties and agree to disagree.
Why can’t we appreciate what is in front of us? Let’s take things at face value and enjoy both the chicken and the cookies for what they are worth—fine and tasty specimens of American capitalism at work. Christian, LGBT—my taste buds and my wallet surely don’t know the difference.