Ok.

I’m going to be hiking through the jungle. The lions have been counseled on my rights as a person; they know they aren’t supposed to eat me. They know that if they are caught eating me, they are going to spend 3 to 5 years in lion-jail.

Before I walk through the jungle, I’m deciding on what to wear. The choices presented to me are:

1. pants, long sleeve shirt, sturdy boots, wide brimmed hat, and a small backpack with water, first aid kit, radio, and extra batteries

2. 23 pounds of thinly-sliced beef steaks, sewn into a knee-length sundress, and a pair of stiletto-heeled thigh-high boots.

The argument here isn’t which wardrobe option I choose. The argument here is whether you should say anything to me when I come out of my room in my meat-dress.