goodbye baby rabbits
So yes, the white fluffy scarf.
I used to have a Russian student called Vita, who was smart, funny, outspoken and generally brilliant, though a complete fool for her exploitative twat of a boyfriend in that way that some bright young girls can be, which made me want to shake her sometimes. When she came back to Oxford at the start of term she'd bring me something Russian. Usually caviar or similar. One first day of term, though, she asked, "Are you in Greenpeace?"
What? "...No." (I was when I was a teenager but I let it lapse.)
"See, I got you this," she said, producing the white fluffy scarf and explaining that it would be perfectly acceptable in Russia but on her way back here she'd been having doubts as to whether someone in the UK would want to wear it. It is your basic knitted scarf, but trimmed with so much luxuriant rabbit fur that you can barely see the wool bits. The fur feels amazing. It is a beautiful thing, and I thanked her, but I don't want to wear it.
I know this is not consistent. I'm not a vegan; I wear leather quite happily; I eat meat, though I avoid factory-farmed stuff when I can; but the idea of wearing fur squicks me out. I have heard grim things about the Russian fur industry, but haven't had the stomach to actually look into it. But the scarf sits there and looks at me, and putting it in the bin feels wrong too because then the rabbits would have Died In Vain. (I know, I know.)
I guess I'll just charity-shop it, but I find it odd that this particular thing seems so loaded for me and I don't seem to apply the same principle to all similar things. Is it just that I've been programmed by awareness campaigns about fur and they haven't had any about (eg) shoes? I'm curious as to how others feel about it. And does anyone else want the damn thing? (ETA: this is it. OK, you can see lots of wool in that picture, but wrapped around your neck it's all Tilda-Swinton-as-The-White-Witch.)
I used to have a Russian student called Vita, who was smart, funny, outspoken and generally brilliant, though a complete fool for her exploitative twat of a boyfriend in that way that some bright young girls can be, which made me want to shake her sometimes. When she came back to Oxford at the start of term she'd bring me something Russian. Usually caviar or similar. One first day of term, though, she asked, "Are you in Greenpeace?"
What? "...No." (I was when I was a teenager but I let it lapse.)
"See, I got you this," she said, producing the white fluffy scarf and explaining that it would be perfectly acceptable in Russia but on her way back here she'd been having doubts as to whether someone in the UK would want to wear it. It is your basic knitted scarf, but trimmed with so much luxuriant rabbit fur that you can barely see the wool bits. The fur feels amazing. It is a beautiful thing, and I thanked her, but I don't want to wear it.
I know this is not consistent. I'm not a vegan; I wear leather quite happily; I eat meat, though I avoid factory-farmed stuff when I can; but the idea of wearing fur squicks me out. I have heard grim things about the Russian fur industry, but haven't had the stomach to actually look into it. But the scarf sits there and looks at me, and putting it in the bin feels wrong too because then the rabbits would have Died In Vain. (I know, I know.)
I guess I'll just charity-shop it, but I find it odd that this particular thing seems so loaded for me and I don't seem to apply the same principle to all similar things. Is it just that I've been programmed by awareness campaigns about fur and they haven't had any about (eg) shoes? I'm curious as to how others feel about it. And does anyone else want the damn thing? (ETA: this is it. OK, you can see lots of wool in that picture, but wrapped around your neck it's all Tilda-Swinton-as-The-White-Witch.)
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(Whether I'd actually want it would depend largely on what it looked like!)
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I had a pet rabbit too, but hmm... I think it would squick me a lot less if I'd caught the rabbits myself and was going to be wearing their fur to keep warm in a cabin in the remote woods or something. It's mostly the idea of fur farms, and fur as a fashion thing that drives business to said farms, that bother me.
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I am more squicked by fur than by leather, as well, although that thought process (& the veganism generally) led me to mostly stop wearing leather shoes. Although now I am rethinking that for reasons above; currently my solution is just not to buy any more leather or fake leather shoes until the existing ones fall apart altogether...
I absolutely hate the feel of fur. On a live animal it's lovely, but dead fur feels awful. Wrong and upsetting.
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At the time I was a vegetarian, though not a very conscientious one obviously!
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The reason that fur was picked on over and above other types of animal products was due to their status as "luxury" items, i.e. worn by the well-off. Animals dying "senselessly" for reasons that can be presented as non-essential/frivolous is an easy argument to make...
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The reasoning I heard that rang most true was that it is much easier to shout at celebs and old ladies than bikers.
It was said by a comedian, but I still think it's proably true. There are a heck of a lot of luxury leather goods out there too.
I suspect there are some grim fur farms, I suspect there are some entirely sustainable and "pleasant as natural habitat" ones too. Like with meat I think the way forward is making the quality of life of the animal the first question you ask (and the first thing the marketing tells you).
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The whole cat-in-bin saga was another reminder that it makes absolutely no sense which animals we consider worth protecting/getting enraged for.
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