Hello Patty, I'd like you to meet your meat:

Imagine just entering life as a newborn. Pause for your birth rights: if you are a female, you are usually immediately killed, yet if you are a male, you face a grimmer fate. You are ripped from the tender care of your mother, who is killed on the spot, to be placed in a cardboard box. You are fed synthetic food laced with drugs and hormones that will expedite your natural growth cycle. Your unhealthy diet and restrictions regarding your lack of exercise are no coincidence; the unhealthier you become, the more “tender” you will become for those who will eventually serve you at their dinner tables. You represent nothing more and nothing less than perhaps an expensive entrée. Yes, according to nature you are a calf, but according to the people who have imprisoned you, and to the rest of society, you my friend, are veal.