When I was little, I used to love going to the zoo. Chicago has two really nice zoos; Lincoln Park, which is free, and Brookfield, which you had to pay to get into. I loved walking around and seeing all the animal exhibits, watching the polar bears splash around or the lions lie around and swish their tails.
As an adult, however, they profoundly depress me. These beautiful, majestic animals don’t belong in cages or in pens for little kids to gawk at, or for adults to throw food at. They belong free, in the wild, in their natural habitats. I understand that without zoos, most people would never see a giraffe up close or an elephant up close, and zoos nowadays are a lot better than they used to be even 50 years ago, but if I went to a zoo today, at the age of 35, I’d be too sad to enjoy myself like I did when I was 8.