I just realized that if I see any chicken, raised for "meat" or not, I see a cute cuddly pet. So, although I have no idea what I would do if I were truly starving to death, as of now I wouldn't kill a chicken. Feel free to yell, but... Of all meat, chicken is my LEAST favorite. It goes pork, beef, deer, chicken. Many people are vegetarians, and I would just become one. I'm totally broke, but somehow I eat meat rarely, so I don't think I'd starve to death for lack of meat. Other than a soup that had chicken in it (my mom bought it) it's been months since I had it. So not eating chicken is not the end of the world.
The idea of killing something absolutely makes me sad and nauseous. Yeah, I'm a crybaby. If I knew that it had been killed in a humane way, I could eat if. If I had to kill it myself, I'd go without. I can see that this makes me hypocritical. Maybe it goes back to the "men go hunting, women grow crops" thing. Although plenty of women on this site could do it. Our society is removed from their food. I'm certainly guilty of that, but at least I try to make sense of it all, and maybe I get brownie points for that.