It jiggles. To see it in it’s full glory, go on over to youtube. I really do have to hand it to Target and whatever ad firm came up with the above, it works. It makes the point rather well. No matter how much ick […]
Month: November 2009
Somehow I doubt anyone really gives half a crap about these guys, nor does anyone really buy into anything he says anymore, but really- he’s creepy as all hell. They needs to just go away. Like yesterday. He’s simply not content with making private matters […]
Just look at these little guys- They are raccoon dogs, and honestly too darn cute. I want a few, apparently they aren’t a vicious bastion of evil (like say, Chihuahuas).
Admittedly I wasn’t sure what exactly a raccoon dog was in an incredibly depressing story I was reading.
So you know, if you don’t want to hear a rant- stop reading here. Below there is one huge soap-box moment. Long story short: I don’t like the fur trade, at all. I think fur (you know, when not on the animal it belongs to) is kinda tacky. I don’t want to think that a cute and fluffy animal died to make some overpriced and ridiculous jacket.
Which I’ll be more than happy to admit doesn’t apply to any actual utilitarian use, there are some climates that not using fur can be a death sentence. I just really think that the fur coats, and silly and rather vain uses of fur look like hell.
When I was younger, and oh god how I wish I was making this up, I was giving a lot of smaller purses due to my love of playing dress-up. There was one that I had thought looked odd. It had what I *thought* was faux fur on either face and black leather in the middle. It really didn’t look right. Upon opening it, I found out that it wasn’t faux, it was however baby snow leopard. Let me reiterate: BABY SNOW LEOPARD. To say I had a bad reaction upon finding that is a drastic understatement (and more than likely of my hatred of fur coats and fur crap today).
Yes, that little guy (well, okay not him but a cousin or something). Went into use for a hideous purse.
Okay, admittedly this a tangent. While I’m definitely not a militant vegetarian (that would require me to actually be a vegetarian*), I actually cannot stand PeTA, and well- many other things. This is (one of my) soapboxes.
I’ll go back into the corner now…
*And even when I was I wasn’t militant.
You ever have that moment of clarity? That one second that things almost sorta make some sense? I’ve recently had one of those, while a fabulous thing in and of itself, self-revelations aren’t always all that great. In looking around around at many of the […]