I used to work at a Fitness Spa during summers when I was in college. We had a lot of overweight city folks that visited McDonald's far too often. Some use to gripe about hunting, how they hated it when they would see a deer. One saw a vehicle on the side of the road after deer season had started, and she freaked. She thought he was just sitting there, gun pointed at the road waiting for a deer to cross, and of course that put her in danget because he couldn't tell the difference in a deer and 10 overweight women led by a guy wearing blaze orange. I really wanted to yell at them and say there was no difference in a deer and a cow, except one was in a fence and one was outside of it. BTW, they never said a word when we passed a field full of cattle.
On a different note, I do think it's important how an animal is raised. Animals not able to turn around in their pen, chickens crowded together in their cage with a dead one rotting away. Yeah, all animals have one bad day, but it's better if the rest of their lives weren't torture. I'd rather eat a chicken that was in clean air, able to run and catch a grasshopper and do the things chickens were meant to do that to eat one that has been crammed in a building, breathing fecal dust and ammonia their short lives, while eating the nasty stuff they put in their feed.
"If it's not red, it's crossbred."