Of my few choice obsessions, perhaps the dearest to my heart is my love affair with Kate Winslet. I should clarify that I am not one of those people to jump on the “Kate Rules” bandwagon that has gained momentum in the past couple of years. Heaven forbid. Anyone close to me will attest that I have been a bona-fide, die hard fan for almost fifteen years now. I could go on and on about how amazing she is in all of her movies, how genuine a person she is, and how freakin’ gorgeous she is, but I’ll save you the nausea and instead just say that Kate and I have a very special relationship; she just doesn’t about it. Yet.

Anyway, my girl Kate has jumped on the “food activism” bandwagon by narrating this short German documentary about the atrocious treatment of ducks to make foie gras, keeping them confined and force-feeding them starch and fat to enlarge their livers. The awfulness is on par with all the mistreatment of animals I’ve been reading (and writing) about here in the States. While Foie Gras consumption is not exactly what I’d call a huge problem in America — we’ve got enough of a headache dealing with Chicken McNuggets — in France it’s as ever-present as, well, cigarette smoke and the stink-eye (and I mean that in the best way). I’ve actually been to the Foie Gras capital of the world, a tiny little town called Sarlat, where off the main square there are cute little copper statues of a mommy duck and a couple of her ducklings trailing behind. I guess adding the force-feeding tube wouldn’t have worked so much, aesthetically.

So, among the many reasons I have to be in love with Kate, now I have one more. Not only can she raise two kids and consistently turn out Oscar-worthy performances, Kate Winslet is saving the world, one duck at a time.