Just more of the same wackiness.
I can still recall, some years back, a PETA table set out in my home town of Santa Cruz, California -- with a message then set to align themselves with the radical feminist movement present there. I'll never forget it:
"How can we [as women] persist in our fight for equality when we insist upon biting down on the greasy bones of little murdered birds?"
No kidding. Verbatim.
Because . . . they're sooo tasty?