When I was in junior high, I visited a meat packing plant, and vowed from that day forward not to eat red meat. Beef was what was processed there, and my young mind didn't put enough thought into the subject to realize that pigs, chickens, and fish weren't treated any better. I kept that promise, until Prom Night, 1998. My date's prime rib made my chicken fettuccine alfredo pale in comparison. So I caved. And proceeded to eat half his meal. The next day, I was hitting the McDonald's drive-thru for my first Big Mac in 4 years. So much for resolve. But in reality, 4 years is a long time for a teenager to commit to anything.