Waffled Like A Chick-Fil-A Fry
When the Battle of Chick-Fil-A started, I prided myself on what I believed to be a moderate position. Since they’d never refused service to a gay person (to my knowledge) I decided to keep stopping in for my unsweetened tea with a splash of sweet. What they do with their profits is really none of my business.
I posted a blog to that effect last Wednesday. The comments here and from my Facebook friends were overwhelmingly positive. People applauded me for being a free thinker, for refusing to kowtow to the demands of the activists.
In a polite and respectful manner, a few younger gay men let me have it. I understand their impatience and am even glad for it. But having been out for more than thirty years, I have a different perspective.
Some of what people said made me uncomfortable. They took my decision not to boycott as permission to ignore what was going on, just as I had done. The more I thought about it, the more icky I felt about the entire situation.
Then something happened. Religious conservatives decided to make Chick Fil A’s support for homophobic hate groups a banner issue. So today is supposed to be a special Day of Support when bigots from across the country (though primarily in the southeast) will pork out on fried chicken sandwiches and waffle fries. May they grow large as a house.
What really set me off, however, were the asinine posts from my rightwing Facebook friends. Be warned. If you post anything about Chick-Fil-A being a better place because the gays are staying away, I will unfriend you. Insensitivity and ignorance are not qualities I value in my friends. Hate-filled rhetoric against me–and yes, it’s against me–has no place in my life and certainly not on my Facebook wall.
So yes. I waffled like I Chick-Fil-A fry. I have changed my mind. No more Chick-Fil-A here in…
My Glass House