I get that dumpster diving is a ludicrous and even disgusting idea to most of you. It's unnecessary, unsanitary, and just not a good idea. I agree with all of that. But the free food at the independent bookstore always tastes so nice...
I watched a movie called "Made in LA" tonight. It bore surprisingly little resemblance to J.Lo's great "Maid in Manhanttan." Instead, it was about the fight of sweatshop workers in America against Forever 21. The themes and stories--poverty, oppression, immigration-- are nothing new. But perhaps that's what made it so powerful to me, knowing that countless hundreds of thousands and millions of workers are struggling every day. During the screening, I was conflicted between wanting to make everyone I know watch this movie and not wanting to see one more minute of it for fear that I would lose my eyes to bawling too much. And even now, I know that blogging about it will only cause people to roll your eyes or at best, to be mildly curious. It's weird what gets to one person and what gets to another. But weird is easy. What's hard is knowing what to do now that I know better. Damn you conscience and responsibility, why must you make the world such a difficult place to live in?
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