I can’t even dignify this woman with a link to the video of her disrupting a restaurant with a contrived narrative about her little “girl” (which was actually a chicken) being abused by this particular establishment. In the awkward rant, she says that these animals’ milk and eggs and bodies are being consumed. That it’s not food, it’s violence. A couple things…
What restaurant is selling chicken milk? If you see it on the menu anywhere, do not order!
The inflection is lost in this text, but imagine the whiniest question-statement (a statement performed with an ascending lilt at the end) and say anything. These salads are made from the bodies of plants!? Bacteria are consuming each other in my intestines right now!? Injecting incredulity can make anything sound ridiculous.
This is a prime example of what happens when we become too divorced and isolated from our food. I’ve watched many animals die at my hand. Every time there’s sadness, but as I’ve said before, you were designed with canine teeth. They serve a purpose.
Stunts like this are exactly that. Stunts. This woman has lost sight of what real life requires.