Thread by @baddestmamajama

I have been a vegetarian since I was ten years old and had a violent philosophical breakdown about a barbecued chicken’s ribcage.
This is very dumb.

https://twitter.com/peta/status/1354112418276728832

In the first place, animals don’t speak English. Or I have a lot of explaining to do to my dog about why we sometimes call him Mr. Dodohead.

In the second, words that are a long way from their origin can sometimes take on a second meaning that in no way invokes their original term. For instance, if you call someone a chicken, no one pictures an actual chicken.

I have been attacked by one animal in my life, and it was a rooster, because in actuality chickens are scared of absolutely nothing, including God. We don’t actually associate these terms with animals.

Also I’m pretty sure in the case of the sloth, it was named after the existing word. So maybe it should get its shit together.

Believe me, in a part of my brain I am at the forefront of the argument against speciesism; I think our treatment of animals across the board is hypocritical and horrific, and we should go to hell for it.
But calling someone a chicken isn’t even in the vicinity of the problem.