2 people have ordered 9 foot wide copies of the unity poster. Why would anyone honestly want to own that.
A smaller one you could probably own as a joke and put it somewhere out of the way, but when the thing's longer than a person is tall, the only place you can reasonably put it is going to be prominently on a living or dining room.
Look, diversity is the name of the game these days. You can't be a stick in the mud and say 'I thought diversity was all about multiculturalism and gay marriage and having to tolerate the concept of headmates and otherkin and Anita Sarkeesian'. It's not that simple. No, you must march up to your fellow man regardless of race and hug him, bollock naked. That is the way.
And you must prove your love, no,
lust for diversity every day. That is the purpose of the poster. You will see it when you awaken, you will see it when you sleep. When you get your promotion it will be there, and it will remain there when you lose your job for abusing solvents. It will watch you weep, it will watch you drink, it will guard you after you pass out.
When you die, alone and unloved, you will not think of your children for they are long gone. You will not think of your spouse because you have forgotten their name. The only thing you will remember is that poster, burned into your retinas.
When the neighbors complain, three days after your death, that the smell is unbearable the police arrive to send you to the crematorium. A mystery will present itself to them; why the fuck does this guy have a nine-foot poster that's as gay as it is creepy?
And my friend, the answer is because you desire diversity.