Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2006-03-01 13:44:47 (UTC)

Fur Coats

It's 0301, Wednesday. 833am. Bright, shiny. Blinding,
cause there's snow everywhere and it's just like ...
everywhere. The reflection from the light just makes it
worse beyond comparison.

The other day I was riding the bus, and I saw this woman
sitting in front of me. She had, what appeared, to be some
kind of fur coat. At least, the hood lining was made of
fur. It seemed pretty warm, and it immediately occurred to
me why people would want to make clothing from fur.

... Because it's warm, and looks kind of cool. Well, if
you like having a dead thing's hair around the lining of
your hood.

I'm not an animal right's activist, or anything. I mean, I
can see the utilitarian purposes of skinning Charlie the
sheep and using his wool to keep someone warm. You know,
someone warm in the days of the oil burning era.

But, it's not like I'm going to be all upset if someone
decides to put fur on their clothing line. On the other
hand, I think we're sufficiently well off that we don't
need to resort to skinning bambi for things like that. I
mean, we have synthetic furs, right?

Anyway, I saw this woman wearing this fur coat. I thought
for a moment back to the time I was a freshman in College
and I saw a boycott of the local clothing store downtown.
It was, the first time, I had ever seen a boycott of any
sort before. People were protesting fur clothing and
everything. Someone had left this soaked fur jacket with
what I think was red paint on it.

... Then, I started recalling how the more zealous people
would occassionally toss red paint on people's fur coats.

... It then occurred to me, that they were doing that to
ruin the coats. But, if you ruined the coat, wouldn't they
just go out and get another coat? Thereby, increasing
demand for people to go out and skin bambi?

... So, in fact, you weren't actually helping anything in
the long run ...

... It made me wonder, for a second. Just how many of
these things that we do that we think help, but in
reality, fuel things for longer periods of time. Almost,
as if, our anger fuels our anger.

Which is actually kind of like, good news for me.

Oh wow, the hot redhead just walked by. She has an awfully
nice ass.

Well, anyway, I'll end this for now.




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