Saturday, April 27, 2013

Bunny Bunns

Life as a hare in the industrialized world is a tragic cliché.  Pursued, eaten, worn, turned into lucky key chains, used as test subjects in trials for everything from cancer treatment to the effects of florescent dye in wacky glow-in-the-dark dinosaur socks... bunnies are nature's perpetual victim. What makes their demise especially brutal is that they're so inherently vulnerable-adorable.  It's like putting cuteness in a blender. 

What's the alternative, though? Should we begin dumping Johnson's Baby Shampoo into toddlers' pried-open eyes to see how long it takes for them to fall out?  Are we to grow gourd-sized tumors in kidnapped homeless people to determine whether a pill kills the disease or the whole dude?

For most of us, the reason to affect other life falls somewhere between pleasure and survival. If I can live without a thing that causes suffering, I will. On the other hand, if my well-being depends on it―if I simply must wear wacky glow-in-the-dark dinosaur socks to the paleontologists' annual Halloween party―then look out, rabbits.

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