Catherine has been ‘borrowing’ my cashmere sweaters, and I realized I needed to replenish my stash. On my way to get groceries, I decided to stop by Anthropologie. Once in the store, I darted to the sales rack. No cashmeres, but tons of other sweaters. Nothing I really needed, or even wanted. But the old urge was there, to look for a bargain, and try things out, just in case. Needless to say, I started feeling guilty. I looked. Every single item I tried was made in China. That’s when the irony struck me. About the post I had just written a few hours ago, about my mind, playing games, and being pissed at the Chinese for not caring, and polluting tons.
When I visit Anthropologie, and I am willing to strike a deal with my dollars, I feed into the Chinese’ environmental orgy. Without me and all the other Westerners who are hungry for cheap Made in China goods, China would not have to produce like mad, or not as much.
I tried the sweaters on, and then left the store, empty handed.
