The aristocratic tendency is to become bored with the status quo and search for the new, the exciting, the exotic.
And what, pray tell, is more exotic than donning a sparkledog fursuit and gayly romping around a hotel lobby while plebeians watch, transfixed and horrified?
Nothing. Nothing, is the answer.
The furry community is the modern masquerade. Any person can meet another without the impositions of proper social conduct weighing upon your mind. Only by putting on a mask can you let your true self show through in this world of constant cameras and social media. No longer must one worry about rank or station, all is hidden underneath artful faux fur handcrafted by Californian they/them Communists.
It is clear to me that to be aristocratic is to be furry. I believe the converse is true as well: To be furry is to be aristocratic.
As such, I recommend you all immediately make shitty OCs and commission fursuits. By the time the next great recession hits in a few months, the Chinese fursuit makers will be much too expensive for you, and the only 'artisans' left will be the Indians and the Pakistani.
Act now before you become part of the permanent underclass.
