I am mixed on the fur thing. I mean, I like leather and eat meat. I have a steak in the fridge and a saddle on my stairwell railing. Love my leather shoes. Crave my KFC. Animals are dying for me.
BUT- I have a fur phobia from 2 traumatic childhood events. At church, I always ended up in the pew behind the lady with the fox stole. The kind with the little beady eyed fox heads - and she always had them looking back at ME. Nightmarish.
My grandfather was the "Cadillac" generation- he thought the 2 possessions of a successful man were a big Caddie and a fur coat for his wife (maybe he was pre-P Diddy). I will never forget the look on her face when she opened up that fur coat Christmas morning- I thought she was going to pass out. She dam# near did, and not out of happiness. Someone managed to capture the moment on film- not her most flattering picture. She hated that critter and never wore it. Same with the Cadillac- made my grandfather drive it.
BTW- PETA needs a new spokesperson. The people who dig Pamela Anderson are the last people who are going to quit eating KFC, and probably wouldn't know a research lab if it hit them in their a$$. They are looking at her boobs. PETA donations are being horribly misspent by their clueless PR. When they can start throwing some legit and literate spokespeople out, I might give them a listen. Right now, they are just funny.
Sorry, rant. I'm in a mood tonight. Dinner at my MIL's. :shock: