I enjoy reading blogs written by women who have the joy of living day to day life dressed in glamourous 1930s, 40s, and 50s garb. One day, a blogger wrote about her fox stoles, how lonely they looked at the thrift store, and how people give her rude stares and comments whenever she goes about her day while wearing said fox around her neck. I feel for her, I do. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH VINTAGE FUR. It does not add demand for the product to the economy, it is the oldest way of keeping warm, and it is mighty attractive when worn correctly. However, that being said, those comments made by passersby need to happen. Fur being viewed negatively on a public level really is the best thing for this situation. Why? When the public accepts fur on a overwhelming level, there will be a demand for it. There is not enough vintage fur in the world to supply this demand and so, eventually companies would set out to increase the stock of furs to meet the needs of customers. This is when animals start being killed. This philosophy or whatever it is, happened with the overall acceptance of thrift store clothing. The idea of wearing thrift store clothing was really a great way of contributing to the “reduce, reuse, recycle” campaign. Wearing thrift store clothing became widely accepted and dare I say, trendy. Eventually, people probably (this whole thing is speculation) were not able to find as “fashionable” finds as their peers were and with more and more people getting into secondhand, a demand in the economy opened for neo-secondhand. Do you see what I am trying to say here? To put it simply, fur on an individual level is smart but on a public level, is dangerous. Unfortunately, the only way to deal with this to to have the basic public philosophy that fur is bad. In my opinion, I think we best donate the fur to the homeless people, who actually need it.