Meat fiend that I’m becoming, I find myself perusing steakhouse menus sometimes when I’ve been eating too much chicken and can feel my bloodthirst diminishing. My favorite recent find is the Angelo and Maxie’s menu, which divides their selections into Meat and Not Meat: This is how all things in life should be classified.

I was a vegetarian from midway through high school through college for two reasons: 1) my entire family is made up of farmers, and I knew it’d really start ruffling some feathers when I announced I wasn’t eating the Thanksgiving turkey, and 2) I found this really sweet graphic of Ronald McDonald holding a sign that said “meat is murder”, and I wanted to use it on my proto-blog, which was a Geocities(!) website. I decided to eat chicken later one Father’s Day to make my dad happy, and lo and behold, it made me happy instead. And so I’ve been eating meat ever since. For the longest time, anything…