Last Thanksgiving, when I found myself crying and apologizing to a dead turkey as I rammed dry bread and spices up its ass in preparation for its ultimate sacrifice into my oven, I declared on the spot that I would never eat an animal again. And I haven’t. Admittedly though, I am struggling giving up sushi. It’s not that I don’t think fish have feelings, they must, they do, but they are aloof and would probably be wholly pissed if I went in for a cuddle. Like what am I supposed to do with that? I’m working on it. Fish matter. I KNOW.