"O woe, woe, man is only a dot:
Hell drags us off and that is the lot;
So let us live a little space,
At least while we can feed our face."
-Petronius, The Satyricon
I had lunch with two lefties. They boycott Central Market because they think the owners contribute to some anti-choice fund or some other right-wing cause. Ok. If I cared enough, which I am not suggesting that I do, I might boycott Wal-Mart or Coors beer. It wouldn't matter -- I never would shop at Wal-Mart or drink Coors beer anyway. But boycott Central Market? Blasphemy.
I remember one cold winter when I lived in Boston and the local grocery store had a selection of only 10 different kinds of fresh fruits or vegetables. I never could find even a jalapeno, much less a habanero. I had an epiphany then. Life is too short for that kind of deprivation. Life is too short to live in a place like Boston. Life is too short to go to a crappy grocery store with no produce. Especially when you can live in Houston and go to the best goddammed grocery store in the Western Hemisphere.
I don't care if they eat babies for fun. I'm not boycotting Central Market!