Fur and ethics

I have a wonderful long mink fur coat which I once bought cheaply from Vips, the former Marxist, current capitalist. Unfortunately the weather in Denmark doesn’t allow me to wear the mink too much, but as soon as the thermometer shows less than 5 oC, like now, my mink leaves the closet. I take it on to work, to grocery shopping, to pick up the mail, even to go out with the garbage. Though having at the moment a walking radius of 50 meters from the house, I keep it to the two last ones.

And no, I have no conscience issues wearing a mink coat. None. People have worn fur for thousands of years; it is nature’s law that we people cover ourselves with fur and skin. Not wearing fur or skin but eating meat is such hypocrisy. And I have never seen anyone using a belt made of lettuce.

My friends know how I feel about animals, they would never let me take care of their family rabbit while they are on holiday. They know I would make a rabbit collar out of it right away.

But wearing fur and skin goes only for animals. I would never wear leather pants made of Somalians. Or Ethiopians.