Today I wore a rabbit fur vest into the Mamamia office. Not faux fur. ‘What’s up Doc’ bunny rabbit kind of real.
Cue horror and outrage. It was like I had a bomb strapped to my chest.
The fur outrage seems faux to me.
“I can’t believe you’re wearing a bunny,” says Mia as she patted me and then walked away in her leather shoes.
“I’d be worried someone would throw paint on me like they did to Samantha in Sex and the City,” says Caitlin as she took a bite of her ham, cheese and tomato toastie.
“Oh it feels so good, but I just couldn’t do it,” says Candice as she threw her leather jacket over the back of her chair.
I don’t understand this leather wearing/meat eating outrage over fur. Why will people wearing fur risk red paint being thrown on them but go to your local rib joint and you can happily chew on pig bones like a caveman without a care in the world?
On the issue of fur, I’ve decided I will only accept the disdain of vegans. Vegans are true to the animal rights cause because they have values and beliefs and they stick to them. I don’t agree with their stance, but at least they are not phony.
I also figure they are too weak to fight me.
I grew up in country Queensland. I tried to go vegetarian when I was 16 and my Dad sat me down and told me I was being offensive to our farming community. Since then I have been a very happy carnivore.
Yes, I know where the animals come from. I’ve been to an abattoir. I’ve grown up around farms. My eyes are open.
We once had a pig-on-the-spit in our family back yard. Dad shot the pig and I had to scrape the coarse hairs off its body with a metal pot lid.