After my mother read my "Ted Nugent School of Home Decorating" post, she told me she had recently read an Ann Landers column about almost the exact same situation. She said the woman in the column had complained about her husband's (similarly) appalling taste in decor, and that the woman in the column had draped the deer head trophies with sheets whenever they had company over.
Maybe it was the same jerk's ex-wife? Or perhaps there are more women out there than we realize who are having to live with dead animal heads on their walls. If so, maybe there should be a support group. I think 'Trophy Wives' would be a good name.
both the concepts of dead animal trophys and trophy wives are a bit out of kilter... The idea of killing animals for sport and hanging the "trophy" on a wall makes about as much sense as marrying someone just for their exterior beauty. If one needs a trophy on their arm to be self-actualized there must be some other deeply rooted identity problems. That is not to say that an attractive spouse is not desireable...but that beauty is but a small part of what brings and keeps people together...
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