bittersweet*

My coworker just directed me via gchat to the website for Heifer International, the specifics of which I was not fully aware of. In fact, instead of actually, you know, reading the text to get an idea of what they were all about, I did what any self-respecting homosexual in my shoes would: I fawned over the pictures of precious farm animals.

My only real complaint was that available space was given to foreign, most likely poverty-stricken people that could have instead been utilized to display more precious animals. And then I realized something sinister was going on. These precious animals with whom I had fallen in love over a period of 30 seconds? I was expected to purchase them. And give them to the poor people whose presence I objected to. TO EAT!!! I'm starting to think that "Trio of Rabbits" contains only two bunnies because some hungry savage native devoured the third one. Can we maybe talk about buying the other two back?

Fuck charity.

*Is it strange that every time I use or hear the word "bittersweet" I think of the "Bittersweet memories" line from "I Will Always Love You"? Seriously, every time! It fucking weirds me out.