got your attention, didn't i? probably for different reasons. maybe you are an extravagant spender with controversial taste, or maybe you are more of an environmentalist, and therefore instantly put off by the very thought. doesn't really matter why, but i just had this thought... a fur coat, like everything else has a story.
the beginning of its story is maybe scurrying and climbing, maybe bred for one purpose, and the beginning gives way swiftly to the middle, on the back of an heiress, a pimp, a grand diva, and many times this story reaches an early climax.
the climax consists of a passionate bunch, sporting signs, and cans of red paint... we know where this one goes.
but think about it... what is a fur coat to a person who can afford to buy one? this is no grand extravagance, this is an everyday thing, so what's a little paint? the problem is, this item will likely be discarded thoughtlessly, where its life will end too soon.
but the story is not over. the story actually now belongs to the person, living outside with no place to go, freezing to death for want of a nice, warm, albeit "ruined" fur coat.
i think i just learned a new and deeper respect for story.
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