“It’s just one chicken sandwich! Calm down. You gays are always so melodramatic, making a huge deal out of every little thing.”
The #1 fast-food restaurant in the country today is Chick Fil A. They are also proudly anti-LGBT, donating MILLIONS to organizations actively trying to take away the rights from gay, lesbian and transgender Americans. Rights that were hard-earned after decades of fighting and marching.
I don’t think I need to remind anyone reading this post – these are harsh times we are living in, especially for the queer community. Hate crimes are the highest they have been in years. Transgender women are being murdered at an alarming rate. The liar-in-chief in the White House is lighting the match that is starting these fires. Far be it for me to tell anyone how to live their life, or especially where to eat (finding a brunch place is like my own personal Sophies Choice lol) BUT you cannot call yourself an ally to the gay community AND eat at Chick-Fil-A. It doesn’t work that way. Sorry not sorry.
Case in point: my 22-year-old cousin posted a pic to her Insta story a few Saturday nights ago. She took my 1-year-old niece out for the day. One of her posts had baby happily eating and playing on a table at a fast-food restaurant. The voice-over is saying “Baby’s first Chick-Fil-A!” I know, so sweet!! I decide to send her a DM saying – “Really. Chick Fil A? Ugh.”
I don’t hear from her for a day or two. I think to myself that’s the end of it. I could not have been more wrong! From the fallout that I was about to experience you would think I ran over the family dog. Twice.
A few days later I met my dad for lunch. He immediately asks me, “What the hell happened with (ChickFilA Cousin!)” I ask him what is he talking about, now worried for her, wondering if she is ok. “YOU! YOU HAPPENED TO HER” he shouts, “What the *&%@# did you text her? Lay off her with the Chick-Fil-A.”
It seems my cousin (the mother of the Chick-Fil-A diner) decided it would be better to get my 73-year-old father to do her dirty work instead of texting me herself. We are not going to wonder as to why my father is so willing to do her dirty work, this post can only be so long. Not pulling at that string today.
After a heated discussion/argument where my father and I come to zero understanding, I then texted both cousins, mother (age 47) daughter (age 22) and another family member who put herself in the middle of this debacle. I choose my words carefully, never apologizing for sending the text, instead of focusing on how they handled this perceived attack.
Listen, you have a problem with me or something I said you text me. You call me. Don’t involve others with no skin in this game (yes Dorinda RHONY!). The replies come in fast and furious. One text telling me that I take things too personally (always love that one!) Another telling me that when confronted I could be nasty and combative.
I am a great many things – nasty and combative are not two of them. I am almost the opposite, especially when it comes to confrontation. I “choose” to ignore problems, shoving them under the proverbial rug hoping that they will fix themselves or go away. Neither of those ever happen and usually, the “rug” gets so full; the problems then spill out demanding attention. And yes I know that if I dealt with them sooner it would have been easier and less complicated, I’m working on it! Cut a guy some slack 🙂
Now, remember my message was 5 words. FIVE. And it was a DM – never posted on social media. Not to mention said daughter I am trying to “involve in my politics” is 22! We are not talking about a middle schooler here. Notice, there is no apology whatsoever for involving my father. No mention of my one request – communicating with me directly if there was an issue or problem. Nope, of course not, they did nothing wrong. They are the victims here!
The kicker in this whole ridiculous exchange is the final line of her text – “And yes we love Chick-Fil-A!” Gotta love when family members double down on their bigotry and homophobia! All this over 5 little words – “REALLY? CHICK-FIL-A. UGH!” That might even be four words! Here are another four words – ENJOY YOUR HATE FRIES!