Tag Archives: animals

an ethical question

several years ago i made a commitment (in my own head) to try and only use cruelty-free beauty products. i can’t say i’m against all animal testing; after all, i’m alive and healthy today (as are many of us) because of medical treatments developed with the use of lab animals. but i decided that i didn’t need to be beautiful at the expense of a lab animal’s pain and suffering. if my mascara was developed by repeatedly poking some bunny rabbit in the eye with a mascara wand to see if it went blind, then i didn’t need that brand of mascara quite so much after all. i don’t use a lot of products, so i don’t mind paying a premium for the ones i do use in exchange for a slightly clearer conscious.

but if you’ve ever read the labels on any random selection of products in, say, a walgreens or a duane reade, you’ll know that it’s damn hard to find stuff that’s made without animal testing. for a long time, one of my great go-to sources for cruelty-free products has been the UK-based chain Body Shop. so boy was i crushed when my roommate told me that they were recently purchased by L’Oreal.

Body Shop, of course, claims that they’re still the same company. the products they sell are still cruelty-free, they donate company proceeds to causes like campaigns against domestic violence and the promotion of sustainable agribusiness and fair trade. but isn’t that all hypocritical when the parent company, which is making the money, and ultimately, pulling the strings, doesn’t embrace those same policies for their other product lines?

help me out here, comment box: do you have a good source for cruelty-free cosmetics and beauty products? what of the moral dilemma facing me? should i boycott Body Shop?

computer cat

aww, even zeke thinks the hipster guy on the mac commercials is hot.

who knew that there was a flickr photo pool devoted to cute picures of cats and computers? i should have known. now we are part of the club.

tortoise malaise

the tortoise is not well.

i don’t know what he needs. i have followed all of the directions for the care and feeding of a tortoise, but he’s stopped eating and spends all of his time hiding under a log in the cool corner of his habitat. when we take him out for a walk he is animated and moves around, but mostly seems to be aiming for the nearest dark corner where he can hunker down and hide again.

what do you do with a tortoise who won’t eat?

it’s not clear whether or not the director is going to cut the live tortoise from the play, but i have some concerns as to which will come first: the tortoise getting cut, or him dying from malnourishment or some other form of (unintentional) neglect. the cast adores him, i dread the thought of having to tell everyone morla croaked on my watch. i’m really very kind to animals, just ask my pampered, spoiled cat.

we also decided that it would be prudent to have a tortoise shell that looks like the real tortoise on hand, so that we could have the live one on stage for opportune moments, and swap the shell in during times when the cast needs to not be distracted/upstaged by a live animal. after an exhaustive internet search, i was able to purchase a red-footed tortoise shell of approximately the same size from, and i’m not making this up, skullsunlimited.com. with overnight shipping, the shell cost almost as much as the live tortoise did. plus, as an added bonus, i’m now subscribed to the skulls unlimited international catalog. i can file that with my cabela’s shooting catalog. this is what i get for making work purchases on my personal credit card. frequent flier miles (here i come, berlin!)and a lot of weird magazine subscriptions.

morla the star tortoise

we are producing Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia right now, and the script calls for a live tortoise. since live animals don’t really fall into anyone else’s job description, that means that they’re my problem. i’ve learned a lot about tortoises in the past week.

our guy is a red-footed tortoise. they traditionally hail from south america, although ours came from a petsmart in the suburbs of chicago (and was likely bred in captivity). we have named him morla, after the wise tortoise in the neverending story. so far morla spends most of his off-stage time hiding under a log in the make-shift tortoise habitrail i built in the corner of the production office, but when i take him outside for a walk in the lawn he’s pretty darn cute.