I love animals more than PETA, so Ms. Mac got me a little down.

I’d cry, but since that’d make my eyeliner run, I’ll rub my chocolate vintage mink coat against my cheek for comfort instead.

More seriously—not simply “seriously,” as I’d never joke about mink—PETA reminds me of medieval Christian crusaders: breeding fanaticism through force, fear, and tofu pies to the face to spread their message of animal love, a rich non-profit muscling intimidation and guilt to move people instead of offering choice alternatives and logical arguments.

And I suppose I can’t blame them: it’s obviously easier to move the masses with base emotions, than to challenge and engage their minds.

Which reminds me, I think I’ll have veal and foie gras for lunch.

[Via Catwalk Queen]