Is It Even Fun To Constantly Want Things?

Indulging Desire Vs. Letting It Go via Rick Owens fur

The other day, I had time before meeting a friend for lunch, so I wandered into a consignment shop. As I casually browsed through the clothes, my hand brushed against an unbelievably soft curly lambswool fur jacket. I started petting it like a real weirdo. A woman nearby noticed and asked, "Do you know what THAT is?" Intrigued, I opened the coat to discover a simple, monochromatic etching on the label that read: Rick Owens. I glanced at the price tag and was surprised to see it was only $50. I slipped the jacket on, feeling a rush of excitement as the dopamine hit. "Oh my gosh, it's a Rick Owens jacket, and it's only 50 bucks!" I loved the soft paper thin cashmere that lined the arms and the snug fit of the front. But when I turned to glance at the back of the jacket, I was utterly baffled—what am I seeing?

Hold the phone— what in the anime convention is going on with my backside? My butt is screaming “BronyCon”. The fabric cutout seemed tailor-made for someone who wears a tail after d…