When I was about three or four in the early 1950's, I remember being in Marks and Spencers with my mother, and recoiling in horror at a lady who bent to speak to me wearing a dead
Fox around her neck, with little beads sewn in for eyes! I remember causing quite a scene, and asking why she was doing it, and if she had killed it.
We have moved on a bit from then and are still doing so. The process is very gradual though.
Some fifty years prior to that, sextuplets were born, can't remember where. They were taken from their parents, and a special zoo was built for them, where they lived, and people could go and see them.
And people used to wear dead birds on their hats!
It's all gradual.
We just have to make a fuss, and keep making a fuss.