The curious case of people and dead animals.

Okay, so someone recently told me that being an artist is basically the same as being the kind of person who poses with a dead fish.
And honestly, I’ve been trying to wrap my head around that logic ever since.

Like, is there really no difference between a guy surrounded by guitars and a guy surrounded by animals he just hunted?
Because one is playing songs, and the other is… playing National Geographic on hard mode.

Here’s the thing, a guitar doesn’t have a family. You can replace a guitar. You can’t replace a lion.
It’s not like there’s a Guitar Cub out there wondering when Dad’s coming home.
(Unless Gibson starts selling a Wildlife Edition line, in which case, we’ve got bigger problems.)

I’m not saying I’d never date someone proudly posing with a freshly hunted animal… it just kind of kills the vibe a bit.

So ladies, honest question: does it actually do anything for you when you see a guy holding a dead moose?
Like, “Wow, Chad, that’s so rugged. Tell me more about how you avenged your ancestors”?

I am vegan, so perhaps this hits different for me.