Chick-Fil-A has been in the news lately for its anti-gay positions, its contributions to anti-gay causes, and its CEO’s outspoken opposition to marriage equality. None of this is really new, but sometimes the news follows its own course.
A few weeks ago, Matt and I visited his parents in the vicinity of Chattanooga, Tennessee. As we usually do when we visit Matt’s parents, we had lunch one afternoon at Chick-Fil-A. Matt really likes the taste of Chick-Fil-A, and they don’t have it in New York (except, for some reason, at NYU).
I’m not really a fan of fast food, for health, environmental, and philosophical reasons, so going to Chick-Fil-A is doubly problematic for me. But I never feel comfortable speaking up when we stop for lunch there. Matt’s parents are Republicans and I’m always afraid I’ll come off as the strident liberal I am, and I don’t want to “rock the boat.” For all I know, they don’t even know about Chick-Fil-A’s anti-gay positions. And I tell myself it’s not like our few dollars spent on lunch are going to make that big a difference. But yes, that’s rationalizing.
So I still feel bad about it. At least it only happens once a year or so. Maybe next time I’ll actually say something.