Lobster Feminism

On the spur of the moment a few weeks ago I decided I was a lobster feminist. There are a couple of key points you should be aware of regarding this decision. First point: I made this decision out loud, sans premeditation, on the phone with the editor of the Boston Globe Magazine. Second point: said editor then published my announcement in said magazine, which has a circulation of approximately 700,000. These are all perfectly normal people, mind you, who have a right not to be assaulted early on a Sunday morning by announcements of such things as -- Exhibit A -- lobster feminism.

I didn't know the Boston Globe was going
to put my quote in big orange type.

My quote in the magazine was printed in big orange font under a large photo of the hulking Bubba, RIP (see Bad News for Bubba, below). The Globe canvassed a number of Boston-area seafood experts on the fate of the oversized lobster, including the celebrated chef Jasper White, who hosted my book party for THE SECRET LIFE OF LOBSTERS last summer. Jasper agreed with me that Bubba should have been thrown back into the sea.

Here's what I told the Boston Globe, in case you missed it over your Sunday morning coffee on April 3rd:

"I would throw [Bubba] back, but not for the reasons that PeTA wanted. My interest is for all those pining females out there who never got to mate with Bubba. I'm a lobster feminist. Robbing them of Bubba was a crime."