I bought a pile of clothes yesterday with some of my birthday money. The problem with shopping at Old Navy is that the clothes fit me and the colors are nice. Each time I go in there I get closer to asking the sales people what percentage of their reasonably priced clothes goes to pay the eight year old Southeast Asian boy who worked ten hours a day, seven days a week on starvation rations to make these clothes.
And yet I wear this stuff anyway. Sometimes I disgust myself. The rest of the time the system disgusts me.
By the way, here is my new cousin Bridget, no I don't know why she is wearing a colander on her head.
- ▼ May (5)