My Family ‘Heirlooms’
July 27th 2008 21:00
Photo of an American mink by Mustela Vision. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
As an animal lover, I refuse to wear fur. My fur-loving parents would call me a hypocrite, saying if animals are okay to eat, then it’s just as okay to wear them. I can see their point but to me, it’s one thing to kill an animal for its meat; it’s another to do so for its fur.
My parents had several fur coats. There was a jet black one and another that was brown. My father also had a matching brown one. When I was a child, I used to try them on out of curiosity and I found them hot and heavy. I couldn’t believe my mother would wear them even on hot days. My parents would crap on about wearing them to show off and I would think, if showing off means walking around in heavy animal pelts in the middle of summer, looking like an idiot, I was happy for people to think that I was ‘poor’.
When I was about twelve my parents said I could have one of their coats. I said I wasn’t interested. My parents weren’t pleased. They told me these coats had cost several hundred dollars each and that I should be grateful to be offered such an expensive gift. That was when I told them about my views on fur.
Disgusted by my lack of gratitude, my parents then offered a coat to my sister but she was also anti-fur so they were met with the same reaction.
Years later I discovered they had intended to hand the fur coats down to me and my sister. They were family heirlooms. Because my sister and I didn’t want them, my parents had to dispose of them. My father chopped the arms off his coat so he could wear it as a vest instead. I’m not sure what my mother did with hers.
No wonder they were so disappointed when none of their children were interested.
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