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Regards, Venus


Where is the tolerance limit?

Dear readers,

For today I do not have to comment on a foreign post.
Today it’s about a very bizarre conversation that I had a week ago with a colleague.

It was in the elevator of the theater where I work, it was early morning and we all had rehearsal. That’s why the elevator was full.
I had noticed a few days ago that a woman colleague wore a fur jacket, every day an other model.
I was waiting for the right opportunity to ask her if she knew how the fur came to her body, what torture the animal has to suffer for it, and if not, I could tell her.
That morning, she and I stood side by side in the full elevator, and I found that opportunity was the right one to talk to.

I grabbed her jacket to check if it was really fur, it was very real !!!
“Is that real?” I asked her
The colleague smiled ironically.
“Yes, of course it’s real,” she said.
“Do you even know how fur is made, what the animal has to suffer so you wear this jacket?
“Yes, I know it very well and I stand behind it” the colleague said.
“Behind what, are you? I said. “Behind the electric shocks that massacre the animal, or behind the skinned alive? ”

The colleague smiled and agreed with her head: “Yes, yes, behind all this I stand, I know how fur is made, we have a farm with rabbits in my homeland, we breed them and we make fur out of them” !!


In all these years of my animal rights activism, to this day I have heard many explanations from various people about the fur they wear. It was on the road during demonstrations, it was private encounters, it was at actions in front of fur shops. Almost all feel compelled to find a “logical” excuse for their “sin” and it sounded like an apology, the explanation they gave me.

I’ve never heard such a cynical, cheeky and despicable answer.

So I talked with a professional animal tormentor. That was a shocking experience for me.
The colleague comes from an eastern country where fur farms are still allowed.
To buy and to produce.

Two days after this conversation, I saw the colleague’s jacket in the wardrobe of our rehearsal room.
And then I decorated it nicely.

I’m an ASSHOLE.  I’m wearing  FUR

Since then she does not greet me anymore.
As if she already knew that I can not tolerate murderers!!

My best regards to all, Venus