This weekend, while clad in sable, Lindsay Lohan was pelted with baking flour by an anti-fur protester.  She and her partner (?) Samantha Ronson later took to their blogs to denounce the incident and express their profound outrage that this protester coated the formerly famous Lohan with milled wheat.  But frankly, I don’t see what the big deal is.

Had the protester tossed a meat pie in Lohan’s face or covered her in animal blood, then I can see the outrage.  But it’s flour for God sake.  Get over yourself.

As for the protesters, it’s not that I don’t respect people with opinions and convictions.  I just don’t understand people who get worked up to the point that they would waste a Saturday night waiting for a train wreck like Lindsay Lohan to show up so that they could pelt her with flour.  Seems like a waste of time to me.

I also don’t understand all the hoopla about fur, never have.  I personally don’t own any fur, and I probably never will.  This is not because I think animals are too cute to wear (Hello, leather boots?) but because fur’s just not my thing.

I’ve never been pelted with baking supplies for wearing fur, but I have been called a murderer for eating meat.  And like many people, I equate the anti-fur movement with the vegetarian movement.  After all, it’s just logical.  If you think the killing of animals for delicious sustenance is wrong then the killing of animals for fashion purposes must also be wrong, right?

Not according to Carrie Underwood.

In 2005, when country star Carrie Underwood competed on American Idol she took to wear a “V is for Vegetarian” t-shirt on the air.  Despite the fact that she grew up on a ranch, Underwood has not been at all shy about sharing her belief that eating animals is wrong.  She’s even been endorsed by PETA as a vegetarian success story.  But it seems that while eating meat is evil, slaughtering animals so that she can wear designer duds is A-Ok.

At the Summer 2008 fashion shows, Underwood was spotted in the front row of the J. Mendel show. For those of you who don’t know, J. Mendel is a premium designer brand responsible for some of the most ethereal and gorgeous evening wear imaginable but the design house’s bread and butter is the furrier business.  You see, J. Mendel has been skinning and selling the coats of woodland creatures since the Tsars were running the show.

Can it possibly be okay to utilize the cause of vegetarianism for shameless self-promotion and then run out and use your herbivorous riches to support a business that kills animals for profit?  I wonder if her chiffon gowns are dip-dyed in hypocrisy?

If someone is going to throw flour on me for sporting a chinchilla stole, then the bitch better be wearing rubber shoes and carrying a vegan approved purse.  And if someone is going to call me a murderer for eating meat, she better not be wearing a dress made by a fifth-generation furrier.  You can be an outspoken vegetarian, or you can wear J. Mendel.  You cannot possibly do both without compromising your alleged convictions and your sense of style.