Long ago, I was interviewing a couple of animal rights activists for a free publication I was writing for at the time in Charlotte. Admittedly, I had suggested the idea because one of the women was really hot and I was trying to get laid. That may seem like an obviously bad idea, but back then, I was too young to understand how crazy hardcore animal rights activists tend to be – and they were hardcore. Like, putting glue in the locks of restaurants and chaining themselves to stores for wearing fur-level loonies.

So, the non-hot animal rights wacko has me show up at her house to talk to the two of them about animal rights. To her credit, she made me some pasta with a meat substitute in it that was surprisingly good. I mean, I never searched it out or ate it again, but it was admittedly tasty. Afterward, they gave me their whole spiel, which included the idea that using leather or having pets was wrong. This puzzled me a bit because we were sitting in a room with a big, leather couch and there were pet dogs roaming around the house.