November 15, 2003
Beefy Betsy Playset
This site exists because when you're a 14-year-old girl looking for advice on dating, self-esteem and planning sleepovers you naturally turn to a 55-year old cattle rancher named Bud with hair sprouting from his ears.
Apparently the way to "keep it real" is to eat large hunks of charred animal flesh. As a reformed vegetarian, I have no beef with a meaty meal now and then. And I certainly have no bone to pick with ranchers trying to trying to inject a coolness factor in a pretty mundane edible. I'm just concerned that some naive tween will actually think that America's Beef Producers have something insightful to say on the subject of dating. "What do you think, Bud, do I try to kiss Josh or wait until my braces come off next month?"