I leave you with a painting...entitled (for some reason), Down the Primrose Path:
yes, that's meat. Don't you just want to gnash your teeth and eat the painting?
Extremely Important Update: Preferring not to sweat it out there anymore, I quit. I didn't go $40,000 in debt to wash fucking dishes and make salads, after all. (I went $40,000 in debt to work at a bookstore and blog, of course.)