LowbrowTour Part II

As I said earlier, I avoid junk food, but found my way by a Popeye's tonight. This isn't about how much I love Popeye's spicy crispy batter, but rather an observation about how fried chicken might save us from living in a complete modernized, antiseptic society.

You see, chicken, fried chicken in particular, is one of the last vestiges of primal behavior we exhibit. It is one of the few areas the Polically Correct confederacy has not been able to infiltrate and tarnish with their scoffing and finger wagging. That's how they work, by the principal of gradient acceptance. They target a particularthe staunch tradition of tearing apart a fried animal and eating it.

In a civilization that has grown...well...soft, by the ease of life that prosperity and technology have afforded us, gnawing into fried chicken is a welcome release from the rigid protocol of genteel table manners. As we moved inexorably from an agrarian society the last fifty years, witnessing a growing pile of wing bones, necks and rib cages piling up in a carboard boat, somehow roots us in the commonality of experiencing a full fledged feeding frenzy.