…I think the biggest reason that retail conversation bothered me? The biggest passive-aggressive life-shrug ever. Like, I am going to try and make you feel bad for working at this company that outsources labor, even as I still shop here. Shame on you guys, my shirt from Bangladesh had a hole. Gonna get me another one, though.
Life is made up of have-to’s and can-do’s.
There are things I have to do. I have to have a job, and at my documented skill level, until writing makes me money, retail it is. Corporate retail that outsources and destroys only slightly damaged clothes. Guilty, skewer me, as if I were unaware.
You have to have your coffee in your body lest you get headaches and fall asleep at work. Those beans are basically being robbed from Africa and other places. I shop local and consciously when I can, but I have to have at least a little makeup on to work and sometimes don’t always have the extra dollar for the mascara that isn’t tested on animals. I couldn’t afford the clothes required to work in if I didn’t work there.
In America and other “first world” countries we live with a lot of things we have to do because that’s how the system we’re born into works out.
But that comes with things we CAN do.
I CAN give my 30 dollars every month, split between Red Cross, Planned Parenthood and the ASPCA. I CAN save my pocket change to give to the homeless folks on my walk to work. I CAN be practical and do everyday things, talking about what needs to change to people who don’t realize chief among them.
But no, yeah, the one thing I’m not doing is bitching to retail workers making minimum wage about how they should feel bad for one tiny hole in a 40 dollar t-shirt they couldn’t afford at full price either.