The other day, I was with my four-year-old daughter—who incidentally is like a vegan version of Princess Mononoke: a self-proclaimed protector and defender of animals everywhere and budding social critic. We saw a man sitting by the little urban river near the St. George Children’s Museum wearing a shirt that proclaimed, “Hey vegetarians, my food … Continue reading Hamburgers and coprophagia: There’s poop in your meat, y’all