This is an article about Boar's Head, which you all know, but know nothing about. All I know about it is on the off chance that I go to a gross NYC bodega to get a sandwich (usually piss drunk) that little ugly boar's head on the label makes me feel a little bit better about ingesting the sure-fire rat-nibbled dead animal I'm letting the she-man laughing at al-Jazeera news programs behind the counter make me a sandwich with. It's like a seal of approval that the meat you are about to eat did not come from a homeless person. So ... yay, Boar's Head?
P.S. Not joking about the she-man thing. I have no idea if the person behind the counter at my local bodega is a man or a woman. I'd guess it's like 60/40 a woman, but I wouldn't bet a dime on it.